[Verse 1: B.THE GREAT]

Karma is a bitch, it comes back, like it's some blackmail
Pure hell for the some, of the people who don't deserve that
In the fields, in the meadow, incompetent in the ghetto
The government pulling strings, puppet pulling, like they Gepeto, House with no windows, door with no hinges, life I'm not living, People are not civil, shrivel, in shamed gain, in the game
Make a bang it's the same
Inhumane ways of getting through pathways
I'm feeling sweaty, actually horrible at that
No wonder cause basically, I've been through hell and back
And my demons on are my back, I'm thinking it won't last
And I think I'm dying of the thirst, cause the river is drying fast
But eh, can't really blame it, that's where I was raised
Jump in a rave, as I spit, with a prospective, in the dark
When their can be light, I'm still living through hardships
Shit comes with a cost & caution, we call that false prophets

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We call that false prophets, why it gotta be like this…

[Verse 2: B.THE GREAT]
If a n***a didn't live through hard shit
And saw shit they couldn't recall, but of course
These fucking n***as has never been in the slums
God damn, I can't relate it, God just testing my patience
I know this is lukewarm, it's like a doctor with no patients
That's I how feel, and everyone will doubt this
But who thinks Donald Trump shouldn't be in the office
That n***a don't have experience, are you people delirious
Lived in the ghetto, get no respect as I settle
I'm not the one selling coke, and have ones think
I'm a felon, my vision not getting blocked
Me getting shot from the fucking cops
I stay inside, cause I don't fuck with opps
Legend in the making, you know nothing about me
Ignore the hate, and say “fuck the world” proudly
Get famous, then hated, stay and never stop talking
Ya hood, your gang, that's all just false prophets

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