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Uh, niggas ain't been spittin' fire when they in the booth

Spittin' like a treasure chest, my lyrics never-ending loot

I stir the food for thought inside the pot to make the soup

Solo, cause I know some niggas never write without a group

Y'all lack intelligence, you entertained by public feuds

But I bet it'd be less entertaining if that shit was you

Sometimes to understand, it only takes another view

Nowadays, the reason for the heathens is to live they truth

And I don't even think that's true, I think it's falsified

Simplifying paradoxes, why you rather go with lies