We catapulted ourselves
from the struggle
We men with animal
molded by the jungle
Our interest is Nike boxes
collecting no interest with large bundles
Beef u aint got a shot
got a Vietnam plot for crews to crumble
In the booth I'm in a space of my own
like solitary confinement
My mouth incarcerating
I'm vacant in that department
I do money machines with bills
moving quicker than an Olympic sprinter
Special tasks force assigned to follow
cuz I rhyme get the middle finger
Some say Hip Hop is deceased
but Im still lookin for my piece
Dethroning a nigga behind the booth
or taking over an executive seat
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