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Neva Heard

It's illogic, warrup blockhead

Yo, check me outConscious with a purpose, the undeniable

Viable franchise, spit thes

Primadona rhymers lost they lip gloss in their purses

Now their stories make up don't glisten as much

Even know they touched up they blush babblin

On the road traveling

Thinking of ways to make my days more extravagant

Heard that crime pays, but it's only a below average

Rather grow old, chillin with my children

Eating sandwiches on the porch with my beat up

Than be in the streets with savages looking for scraps to eat up

Though patience is a virtue, I'm running out of it

They gotta get, back to the basics,

Cause walking in place starting to wear

To thread on my exits

Ageless pages, keep the eternal

It's a challenge within itself

A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and its health

That's obvious, common sense, way too intense for settle this

You riding the things for lighting incense

While I make my pick

Side chosen, sparkin wicks, set of dynamite sticks I'm holding

T minus 10, and blowing

Watch for the shrapnel that spreads

Try to adapt to length and the lax of luxury

It seems that when I woke from my dreams

Nobody's touching me

Have to guard to turn my dreams to reality

Suddenly gluttonies, everybody's favorite sin

Mouths full with them...

Open your eyes, the rich get their checks from the wealthy

To have a clock and then watch them break your spirit

But you left with no options when you acknowledge a glass ceiling

Shattered shards, slicem e up something crazy

But baby I'm healing fast

Every lap is a band aid, I never embrace fear

Cause I'm beyond all the things that man made

A diggin the life of the nicest right that you never heard.

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