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Yeah
Now I get mad love from my town
Except from the fools tryin' to rap to
And I don't talk they all soft they real mad
Cause they look around but don't have you
But they ain't ever worked for it
I see em dreaming but none of them have worked for it
Scared to take a risk only if it works for em
You want bread gotta go out and work more
I spend too much time at this
I'm at home or in the classroom rhyming shit
Don't matter where I'm at I stay grinding it
One day imma end up being dominate
I swear to god I ain't even worried
Stay clean all the time I ain't ever dirty
Moves being made fast why they look blurry
Lost track of time it's like 230
In the morning while the fam be snoozing
Can he do it, is what they ask I'm like let me prove it
Stop assuming not the usual mc from the suburbs I do this
Stay true to the craft itself and I ain't ask for help
I'm making shit work even with the hand I'm dealt
I don't think you understand how bad I felt
Until I made every single hater grab an L, (ha)
And now they mad as shit
Look at them all they just mad as shit
Salty as hell for what happening
I saw all my goals and established em
Uping to one great big wonderful masterpiece
That's growing and won't stop unless I'm slacking it
That won't happen I won't ever stop rapping

Now they looking and they asking man whose he
Meanwhile I stay in my lane do my thing and just do me
Positive thoughts and energy is all that my crew needs
I don't roll up loose leaves, I just murder with loose leaves yeah
I stay high but don't smoke, Nah stay sober
I get a lot of shit for that, I let it blow over
I've noticed I get better as I get older
While my lyrics getting hotter my soul it be growing colder, yeah
I work for paper with no working papers
I put a lot into music till it returns the favor
I'm always working I tell my homies ill see em later
Man that's the price I gotta pay now to be living later
I slice you into eight pieces and then I'm feastin'
I'm eating you rappers like great pizza
You ain't believing the movement I started to break even
The straight demon is what you've turned me into lately
I've been sitting alone straight fiending
Fiending for that blood, fiending for that rush that I get when I'm sitting mixing that music that you love
The flows ill the flows cold, you been on that
I'm straight sick and that's the reason why i feel my tracks
Call me conceded better believe it you never defeat me
Because the only thing that you have ever beat was your penis believe it, (haha)
I think it's funny right now
Cause everyone who doubted me seems to love me right now
Now I'm not gonna lie
I got a lot on my chest
My mind has been filling up with some unbearable stress
Now I can't hold it in, my heart is about to explode
So give me atleast a couple of months before I let it be known, yea