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This is motion up in poetry Bullet in the chamber, wait until they get a load of me Dialing from the rotary, the other end's a ringtone Slack em at the 20, runnin to the other end zone Never had a pretty woman keep me in the friend zone Tryna worry not, what about any of my friends on? But turned so much, I probably panic til the sins gone We done to the butt and this end strong Phone still off limits like a motherfucker slanging mary Delivery on time every time, deadly very Good intention but the honest very Tryna find this peace of mind and count it out as monetary My thoughts are forming into sentences No telling when this evolution sends it into exodus I'm not just out for the reference Understood, been getting this good, at least the presidents Sinistery underrated The fundamental's basic Run the matrix No dispute, I'm undebated Beat's bangin like it's blood related Elegance is understated Orchestrations leave you sedated Back fresh, recuperated Brothers in step, highly awaited Long time comin, rhyme dumin Pour something Baccardi lime, rum inside a cup Stomach rubbin opinions, borderline jaded Stretch out accounts, black board and sketch out the routes Stop short, stepped out the house in Venice Bear witness, words scripted, 3-dimension vivid, exceed the limits Meanwhile I'm penciling the digits Gangsta white, walls spinnin Leave our denims in crushed linen Kangaroo cope with the custom stitches Serve dishes, dirty soup kitchen Heavy hitter, I swing it with every pitchin Comment on this