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Iceberg

Tip of the iceberg,
everybody wants success,
no elevator to greatness,
but I’ve got goons who can teleport to anywhere.
Aren’t you scared?
Life gets messed up when you pass your awkward years,

Million dollar smile,
but a nigga look broke in that T-shirt.
Express yourself?
Can’t even afford that,
too much expenses stuck in your head,
life’s throwing punches at you,
you got fat welts,
regrouping for attack until the strategy is correct.
They say money talks,
mine must be dumb,
on the 24th of December I am blasting cherry bombs,
not giving a flying duck,
ignite the clouds with my thoughts,
I am pretty extinct like a dinosaur,
took my money for a walk,
that nigga should go out more.

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