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Stream on Spotify & Apple Music! https://linktr.ee/byconscience Produced by Distro - Debor Martilla ------------------------------------------------------ All of my music in one playlist on Spotify! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Nh... Follow conscience: Instagram:   / byconscience   TikTok:   / byconscience   Twitter:   / byconscience   Purchase conscience Hoodies, Tees & MORE here: https://www.nonsenseofconscience.com ------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics: You were passed down a family business, cool I was passed down some mental illness-esssss Mom and daddy paid for your tuition, too While I've been paying for my parents' young and dumb decisions And I ain't bitter bout it, it's delicious But the fruits of my labor are sweeter than that shit The starting line for you and I are different Countdown from two, it's on song go, ready, set, GO! Moving up positions as soon as I hit the dirt, uh Born to be the second, but junior came out in first, uh My words like a weapon, who said that they never hurt, huh? Verses get to steppin' then stop you out on the curb, uh Bitches think they saved cause they share the word and curse none Just call me the reverend, I'll show you a fuckin' verse, hun "Outside the cup is clean, but inside is self-indulgence" "Woe to you, you hypocrites" Stupid bitch, you're the worst one! Life gave me lemons for lemonade, I made a booth to sell it Freshly made myself, but a friend helped, he got the picture already 99% failure rate, y'all ain't let me forget it My turn to let shit resonate, I am the one percent and You were passed down a family business, cool I was passed down some mental illness-esssss Mom and daddy paid for your tuition, too While I've been paying for my parents' young and dumb decisions And I ain't bitter bout it, it's delicious But the fruits of my labor are sweeter than that shit The starting line for you and I are different Countdown from two, it's on song go, ready, set, GO! Bring it back, in this bitch something like Miss Khalifa's ass Go peep the stats Need at least a stack to your sweep your feature back The bleachers packed This game need my craft like I was Steve, in fact You creepers wack Soon as I seen them diamonds, all y'all've fallen to my shaft Suck me off, call me bro, just so you could get to know the boy before he really blow You rappers hoes, steal my rhymes, steal my flows Take as many as you want, I pray you see what I be on but y'all ain't like that and it shows Been a victor, one like Wembanyama Now they tryna take a couple pictures Something like Jeffrey Dahmer, Arnold Palmer how my life turned out a mix of sweet and sour Money problem, got a different definition now cause I ain't going back where I'm from You were passed down a family business, cool I was passed down some mental illness-esssss Mom and daddy paid for your tuition, too While I've been paying for my parents' young and dumb decisions And I ain't bitter bout it, it's delicious But the fruits of my labor are sweeter than that shit The starting line for you and I are different Countdown from two, it's on song go, ready, set, GO! I took it to places that I know they couldn't go Was a nerdy little baby with the braces and a flow Somehow always pulled the ladies, I was crushing on the low Yeah, they love the way I say shit And that's one thing I know I love the look up on they faces A pussy to oasis Without a conversation, Now they already know Same one's garnishing my plates have Been coming for my wages So tell whoever made this, that all I taste is Dough!