Soil color skin with black fill-ins

A lower security, I kinda compare myself to villains

So, fuck your buildings and feelings

I’m reaching through the ceilings

Breaking through the floors

Watching bitches and niggas hit my floor

I label em whores

As I rip hinges off of doors

And leave the doors

But, of course

Cuz, I don’t trust the source

Charting my own course

DON’T CALL ME FAT, BITCH, I’M A BOAR

My menace is my medicine

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