As I think of how to begin this, I already thought up the ending
And if the ending dictates the way the start of it's written
Then I'm really rewinding what isn't, get it?
Swear it gets harder to get it but when you got it
To get it again's more innocent, it's like product
Concealing the end is in a sense how lights got us
And sealing the win's where it begins, it's right by us
Labeled it type bias, to be one in the same
Or maybe they might buy us, to see one of us change
Or say that they might bye us, and leave us yet again
For a gain like pills on the banners of your screen
Know to handle the regime is the handle on the lead
And the hands do extend 'til a hand is outta reach
And the reach be the limbs that'll balance out the means
And the means to it all will get a ski mask involved
And you winning or you swimming in a flood of the maroon type
Sheets by the dozen and you covered by a boom mic
Pardon, the most humble of an autograph
The threaded needles of Desert Eagles