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    Oh, yeah yeah yeah
    My name is Kami
    And life is just like the movies
    Yeah

    It's like I'm living past my limitations
    They ask me why I'm animated
    I'm looking back at them backwards back turned they aggravated
    I pop champagne on occasion like it's my obligation
    They faces filling up with punctuations
    I'm looking at them like they crazy
    Staring in they faces
    100 bodies in this room

    200 faces staring at you and they well groomed
    I have a problem with your foundation
    I call up niggas with that vacuum
    They pop up on with you in that four door with some raccoons
    Mask on catch a nigga off that chat room
    Yeah

    Obituaries in February we never scary
    The world we living in turning into a cemetery
    We turnt our brothers until we see our brothers buried
    Tears falling out my eyes the choir singing Mariah Carey
    Staring out the eyes of a visionary
    We crying out but we letting go because it's necessary
    The funerals is like interludes to remind us how life was just like a musical
    Just like the movies nigga
    Sometimes it's beautiful
    Sometimes I medicate the pain with pharmaceuticals
    Oh no

    We wasn't raised by no square
    No Brady Bunch here
    Some niggas talk on some niggas but granted some niggas not there
    Yeah
    The game we playing in is not fair
    Take what's yours and live like it's ours
    And we do not care

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    100 thousand contract but they wrote that backwards
    Pennies for your thought like you had just forgot your masters
    I peep the, I peep the whole scene and it was actors
    Tricking off that product they got lost all in that Xanax
    This for zigga man, Knox, Nico, Joey, Vic and Dweemo
    Sterls, Towki, Fresco looking like he Don Carlito
    P lord, all my people

    A presidential veto to all you niggas out here with egos
    I remember one thing I remember one thing
    My momma only told me one thing
    January baby, daddy sold dope in the 80's
    20 years later my momma looking at me crazy
    Looking at a soldier in the field who was taught to die
    Problems out their windows getting minimized
    Yeah

    Things crumble, fall apart as they turn to ash
    People stumble, fumble if they hit the ground too fast
    Concentrate that dope and turn that water into soap
    There's a number you can dial to watch the money travel miles
    Transactions killing people just to feed mouths
    I stack a brick on top a brick and built a brick house
    These niggas get down tell these bitches get out
    I'ma figure it out

    Fuck around and tell these niggas what it's really about
    Ya'll niggas ya'll niggas ya'll niggas ya'll
    I had to catch my train of thought
    I seen a thot trying to disregard my thoughts
    I told her
    Obituaries in February we never scary
    The world we living in turning into a cemetery

    And we are
    Yeah we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    Yes we are yes we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    And we are

    Yeah we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    Yes we are yes we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    And we are
    Yeah we are we are we are

    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    Yes we are yes we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    And we are
    Yeah we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church
    Yes we are yes we are we are we are
    The foundation, the groundwork, the new slaves, the new church

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