COMPOSITION III IN RED, WHITE, AND BLACK

Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir! Sir!
 I think something's wrong! Nah, it's okay
 Are you ready? Are you ready?
 I be drunk walking steady
 Off the alcohol and medi
 I'm addicted to not thinking
 Are you ready? Are you ready?
 I don't think this nigga ready
 Why you talking like you is
 And then you isn't, why you petty?
 Let me, let me, let me, let me
 Let me, let me, let me, let me
 If I keep using like I'm choosing to
 Then by the time I'm 50 you'll be losing, dude
 I had to grow up, I had to humble myself
 
 This body is not mine, it is the people came before me
 And the moments make a story I'm ignoring
 Why I'm bugging? I be tweaking, I be shrugging off the weekends
 Reefer reeking, reaping everything I sow, cut up a leaf and seed it
 Weakened, then I go proceed to blow
 How you moving slow in the river? You gotta row, niggas hoes
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 Fuck that shit, an impossible prick get
 Beat the fuck up outside his own show
 By some black kids, attacked, "Why you saying nigga, though?"
 You ain't bring a trigger though, bitch, wanna spread pain?
 Been a lot of bitches sickened by the way I'm in they brain
 Seen you bought a fucking ticket, fill my pockets, you insane, figures
 Ain't a person here finna listen through the shame, niggas
 Off it, stomp through the profit
 I might put your ideology in a coffin
 Fuck the bullshit infecting your mind
 Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy
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 Fuck your color, fuck a follower amount
 What you about, nigga? Shout if you tired of the clout
 Like, "I am", wet 'em up, "I am" wet 'em up
 "I hate everything you motherfuckers stand for"
 If I'm gonna die what the fuck I collect bands for, nigga?
 For the children, own a building on some land
 Fuck a Patek, fuck a Rollie, I'm a faggot, I'm the man, nigga, damn
 Do a hand stand tanning in the sand 'cause I can
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 Highs and lows, I know a flow that might surprise you, though
 I keep pain inside my body, gotta let him out
 Scream 'til everything is tearing at the seams
 They don't want none of that
 Fuck nigga talking out his butthole, for what tho?
 Every person I know hella cutthroat
 I'm rolling with a crutch, ho, but you the one disabled
 Think Cain hated Abel? Lay his head on the table
 Now you is just a fable, looking like a bagel
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 Are you ready? Are you ready?
 I be drunk walking steady
 Off the alcohol and medi
 I'm addicted to not thinking
 Are you ready? Are you ready?
 I don't think this nigga ready
 Why you talking like you is
 And then you isn't, why you petty?
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 Off it, stomp through the profit
 I might put your ideology in a coffin
 Fuck the bullshit infecting your mind
 Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy
 High, see a Darkie fly thru the sky
 Cry when a nigga taking all my pie
 Why, when my nigga went inside?
 Why, when my nigga went inside?