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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
If it ain't really boss talk, I don't wanna hear it
A street entrepreneur, I got a hustler's spirit
I'd rather collide with failure before I ever fear it
Two heads is better than one, that's if we all coherent
But more than not, I find myself alone
No one but me to take the last shot when the pressure's on
Test the heat and get beat like the metronome
Emcees tastе defeat, watch feet you steppin' on
What a timе to be alive, I see the future
Bank account like the lottery hit, Medusa
On the footwear, wallet like Mansa Musa
Ask your local ATM, I'm all about the Gupta

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[Outro: TheReportOfTheWeek]
A lot of people are very sociable, and understandably so
Mind you, even though I may be introverted, that doesn't mean that I have any sort of hate or anything towards people who wish to socialize
I have nothing wrong if you're someone who likes to go to a party every weekend, every night, every other night or so on and so forth
That doesn't bother me one single bit
I just prefer less stimuli, and that's all that there is to it