Ritalin talk mixed with this art always gave inspiration's spark friction
God gave me a gift of gab so i never shut the trap like Barc bitchin
Shouts to my dude Rock for holding it down like a paper weight
Used to have to scrap for scraps now I walk into the kitchen n make a plate
Unprompted, and realize these bars ain't meant to blow your dome, fact
Because it's a cypher and every line a throwaway like a fucking Corleone track
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