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my bread be hella flat, tortilla missing the cheese my pockets coughing lent, stomach starting to plead but my mind so high my nose is starting to bleed like the weed too good is they spiking my tree in had a lot then a little feel swindled cause now it’s gone pass the man a beat the munchies is getting strong that’s all I eat beats and maybe sleep like playing the instrumental while probably counting sheep I gotta eat like snatch a win from defeat I’m caught off in the struggle my pockets some relief I need to knead my dough cause peace I’m leaven you might catch cold I really be fire breathing with straight kicks karate I’m chopping this I could do it for a hobby a mountain I’ll probably split like a Jogo I’m really stronger then GoJo I’m the Yokozuna that people don’t really know though feeling fresh barely braking a sweat heard just what I’m spitting and started stretching they neck let me spin probably start it again my bread be hella flat my pockets be looking thin I’m on a diet stomach ready to riot the green was super loud a reason that I be quiet but let me pump jam starting to jump imma could move ya body like shake shake ya rump