Roses are red, viloets are armarillo
I got these b*tches stickin' to me like my names Magnito
You know fill 'em with the meat like a steak burrito
Then I emancipate they ass, call me 'We The People'
Sorry that's the Constitution, I'm blitzed off this Absolute
I stretch the game from the basement to the fuckin' roof
I'm killin' records and this right here is the fuckin' proof
I only pray that somehow this shit don't go aloof
I'm waitin' on stardom, I know that that's a problem
Especially of you can picture where I come from
So if you need to understand what I've done son
Then say that my life's the definition of conundrum
I stood tall on the shit that niggas run from
In the face of danger like what you want young!
I'm being blunt son, now who want some
And I don't need a deal, I'm spittin' for wisdom
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