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bust a nut in a rut I'm here to pump ask Don Ho talking about Jay Z

being bruised by the enemy try to stay ahead of me bump it up

this talent is a gift but I have to balance with the fire take you higher

people are bleeding cause living life without Jesus no this isn't recess

Lil Pump going to the top just like Fetty Wap watch also that guy D-Cyphr

take words higher blowing it up in purest of desire down to the wire

building bridges cause that's are destiny come and sit next to me

the streets are uneasy the rap is just fine come and kiss my phat behind

yesterday was a beautiful flower display we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way...

I don't know what you're really thinking off me.

If this is real thinking I'm not thinking properly

Everything inside me fights and tries to stop these warnings in mind

was fine and now they got me locked up in my divided mind of conflict.

In my declining life I'm rock bottom and forgetting my problems

They want me better, I hear it commonly suggested though I'm exhausted of my efforts I've waisted on attempts

Spent far too much energy on it and never getting ahead, watching thunder.

Reluctantly under thumbs of this system where parliamentary wickedness judges every movement

Abusing their power, final hour they're losing vital signs, leave them clueless so there's room for improvement

Crazy devil dance out weighs your heavy stance, the landscape shakes when my mental state slams

Nastiest override of your entire mind. I'm the supplier of rhymes the sets ya head on fire and ignites you on the inside

Time to end denial and since I was a child I swore never to break a vow and saw mama pass down thoughts like the day after my father died she cry laughter