I been itching for a plot, yeah
But ain't no waving cannons on my block, no
7th Ward Lord take a shot, yeah
I'ma keep my head down (I don't give a fuck)
Switching scripts, they're never in the same spot, yeah
Fuck this music shit, I'm itching for a plot, yeah
Ain't no- ain't no fucking digits on my clock, no
I ain't one of y'all just let me rot, yeah
I was just with Peep in London
Still feel like I don't exist at all, no
Fuck this social gathering
I'ma smoke a square out in the fucking hall, oh
They told me watch out for the snakes
But they forgot about the plague
And the AK and with Lil Remains
And the AK and what little remains
I Hung Myself For a Persona
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