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In a half lit world
I'm fighting to believe

Yeah
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
I know the wicked got they eye on us
Money talk, the pistol come with the silencer
Let my kids know they daddy'll die for ya
Bitch I'm poppin' I might hit Yugoslavia
Luca Brasi, bitch the bully'll body ya
Son of God look at me it's too obvious
Rap gets boring tryna come with new ideas
Life in the jungle, n***as could die here
There's not a man on this planet that I fear
You're not in my tier, bitch I'm a nightmare
Cartier eyewear
Dethrone you n***as, the fuck outta my chair
Watch for the wire, these rats bein' spyware
Even if god gave me all of the fucks in the world
There's not a single one that I'd spare, ugh
Rappers get tortured
Waterboard then put their corpse under orchards
Question everything the truth get distorted
Talk is cheap, that's how n***as afford it
Glory, glory Hallelujah
Do whatever you feel suits ya
Just don't fuck with n***as moolah
The boss can never kick his boots up
Look at me now bitch I grew up
Dick down her throat till she threw up
Big guns that knock down a school bus
They say he too much, fuck 'em, sue us
Unorthodox, rest in peace, gotta pour Ciroc
For my n***as in the soil that rot
I break bread so my boys can pop
When it's up, all the whores gon' flock
You know success gon' annoy the opps
Boxcutter get your organs botched
Pull up, pop out, destroy the block
Fuck n***a
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In a half lit world
I'm fighting to believe

[Verse 2: Demrick]
This [?] trippy like [?]
Tell the dealer I said all the bands
She got good pussy, I need more than head
Livin' like I'm slippin' off the edge
Never trippin', go and get the bread
Fuck police, fuck the feds
When the pack touch down for the win
It's 'thank you and come again'
Went from trap money to the rap money
N***as act funny, don't clap for me
If you come for me, you come back bloody
'Bout as stiff as a wrapped mummy
Treat a whack rapper like a crash dummy
Crack your head, leave your egg runny
I'm from the dirt, every day muddy
It could get ugly, n***as stay hungry
I know how you started
Labels, 360 deals, increase the margins
Then have a hit song and still live in apartments
And now we considered a target
I swear, this shit is a tar pit
That's why anybody come at me wrong
And best believe I'mma spark it
I get on your track and it's arson
I feel like [?] I'm a martian
I don't switch lanes, I get carsick
Smokin' they pack by the carton
And life is war, and I know that for sure
In this game I'm a Spartan
And every day I went without, my n***a
That's the reason I'm chargin'
For real
[?]
[?]
In a half lit world
I'm fighting to believe