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Gotta get the ball rollin’ ‘fore the dough swollen. Y’all foldin’ when it come to holdin’ on to stolen. Ideas, my fears, are you gon’ go showin’. Styles ya bit, and get piles of it. The lit shit ya stack to the ceiling, wack is the feeling, I would and should acquire much for such a dire. Way to lay it down, say it found the masses. Pay the crown respect and if may the sound neglect. They asses, oh, it was my stuff yo. I don’t bluff, hoe, get ya facts on that, straight cause I’m a great, a max contract, typa guy, Hype a fly kinda dude, gotta mind the ‘tude. Though, cause that bro go crazy, plaques from song packed in sessions got the lessons lazy. He lost his way, this song is long needed. As self reminding, finding, I need my greed weeded. From me, I ain’t a dummy, that’s facts, c’mon at. That I’m divine, with each and every line. If this was NBA, I’d reach a heavy fine. Cause the buzz I get have tampering on the co sign. I’m pampering to no whine, gotta work for it. If ya whiff, I turn ya down, I’m not a jerk for it. Learn the town better, the crown setter is here. A Hype root pure like ripe fruit, all my peers (pears). Juicy in thought, when a loosie is brought. In ya sight, know a winna might, drop another one soon. I smother the done tune with rapping commentary. The beat is heat, on every street rhymin’ vary. But the same game it levy, whether bumping in the Chevy. Or scrapping to get one, is this, I bet fun. The result, it ain’t ya fault if ya don’t get rich. Unless ya jest the test and yes then you a set bitch. No copy catting, sloppy at’ing (@ing) to get clicks. I know when I flow I been a show, my shit sticks.
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Uh, very unprofessional, I guess I go too quick. Uh, everyone, yes I know, that’s exaggeration, still you sick. In the head by many, I dread a penny, for your thoughts, cause mine is worth plenty. I’m fine, that is that I’m not fine, I got line. After line of evidence, I’m clever hence the suspense. When I say sum’, is this shit okay sum’. Or more true panic, I don’t plan it, I won’t scan it. Tactical, more like tragical. Outbursts from clout thirsts, wonder like “where my chance”? Let’s backtrack, cut the wack slack. Not dodge it or dance, let’s lodge it into proper assessment. I wanna top ya bless sent, onto the mic. I’m like, thunder I feel, making noise but no taking poise. No show, I got it, that I don’t. Clever line, not mine, the words, ya herds. Of peeps who deeps on my heaps of material. Ya say it, that I slay it, but I’m not imperial. I want the crown and to flaunt I’m down. And wow, but not right now.
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Things remain murkier than they seem. All that blings is not gold, that got told. Still they ill, jerkier than any dream. Turned nightmare, a fright scare, but this is burned. Into realization, to heal a nation we need. Less greed, and less stress on weed. They wanna haunt a ‘juana user if they fit the shit. Pull over the cruiser, prove they a loser. That’s the cops, rat’s can ya stop please. Befo’ they pop these and blame it on mo’ streets. Back to the beginning, this is how it ending. The heats of the chill the ill get, from they fake ass kill set. A thrill, bet it they feel like they belong. In this hell ho’, I fell fo’ it, my brawn. Denyin’ like Ryan, I ever took PED’s. Obscure reference, my preference, you ain’t get these? Yet, fo’ get, it, no sweat. Bet.
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The only way my nosebleed is if I pick at the scab. The lonely way I done live it and I give it willingly to no one, I feel drab. My flows feed the mind of the youth, what ya find in the booth is a cab, destination for more than the station, I’m really not that patient so my silly thought in the lab. Just a stab at a fleshed out persona, I’m freshed out but no designer. Just thrust in skills, I show how a win feels. Honestly, modestly, nothing too exciting. I been through what I put myself into, fighting. Those who I thought was foes fo’ no reason. I brought madness, I’m glad this ain’t the current season. My turnt style is to pile the accolades. Send ‘em to those who chose to collab wit’ the gift of gab. Then pack some shades for the sunny days ahead. Don’t wanna let the success stress and sweat. Run me the gaze so I know what it feel like. But not get, maybe it a good thing I had my shot yet. A lonely day is okay, this a way to self channel. What ya think, not sink to the brink of biased panel. Try this canal I float on, I wrote long. Cause I was and still does wanna tote strong. A lonely day is okay, even though I’m breathin’ drab. Knowing, the only way my nosebleed is if I pick at the scab.
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I wish I could explain the pain I’ve felt. Not to dish the rain on ya parade. But to show how it go, now I flow how I’ve dealt. Wit’ the shit, very afraid. Scary how I made a break through, as it take you to realize. The real prize is the journey there. I won the tourney, fair and square, the one I put onto my self, now I shelf. The satisfaction, the trophy is a fraction. Of it, it just remind me of how I used to love shit, like it, plays for days mean nothing. I’ve been, seen bluffing, in ways such as the thing I was after, I wanted to capture, haunted that this chapter has ended, follows bring hollows through you, they say ya “friended”. Nah, I tried to have mended my lost cause. I lied and I died inside, the cost was. Not worth my birth, to be faking. Fuck this shit I’m making.
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