Young child, my promotion was carrying straps, i keep my Gun Raised,
Burial praise..hands together, im taking "Joe Out Of Boston"..02 Celtics Trade//
Punchline League was Not Ya Place, In order to be "King" you cant Resemble The Ace,
How you focus..when you be having "Problems W/ Amen" like you cant Remember Ya Grace//
Ya style they "Pump it Up"..killed him, the "Ransom Note" read ya Flow Nothing,
When my Mood is Muzik, make ya life a "Everyday Struggle" when i push Joe Buttons//
Had to Toss The Mag..His Position was off..I had to Prop The Bag,
Thought he would "Heal(Heel)Off Back" until they realized i had Joe..Boston Crabbed//
Shotgun inside the distance..I learned what "In Reach" Meant,
Grip on the handle..the kickback "Shook My Hands" like a Mutual Agreement//
Lets be honest your career is mad fraud, your battle verses are Mad Odd,
The disbelief you would write a verse telling somebody he has a Dad Bod//
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