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I knw yall heard this before/
hear my heart beat knock knockin down the door/
to ya mental, ideas in my pencil/
official, blowin up every where u are like a heat seeking missle/
handle on the pistol but my handle not issue/
gon an soak this up like tears to a tissue/
Excuse me, Im rollin down street with this beat loud/
kicken up my feet wit this weed out/
see a couple catz in the game I should weed out/
matter lay em on a stretched wit they feet out/
we bout, higher dreams, everythang/
ya must be in real estate all bout settling/
my sublties, gutter free/
if I am underground, then everybodys under me/
Hell bound, im somthin like that chalkboard nail sound/
so out of space, that i never seem to lose ground/
such a poet in my own write, n im so busy thinking when I don't write/
Im so shocked off my hype, that these niggas feelin me gettin on right/
days filled wit dreams and long nights/
ive seen them dreams fade to black wen u off white/
met grls who about that life, same grls cant be my wife/
but who's askin, rap my first passion/
while they tryn cash out im just tryna cash in/
swear i got vision that they can't see/
lyrics glued to ya mind now thats hands free/
bluetooth, top down no roof/ u fly no proof, rhyme here uncouth/
I done burned it down they exstiguishing the booth/
that's just logic over reason/
bitin on flow, ya they teethin, and Im seethin/
to see stop breathin, and I rather be odd, cuz we never been even/
but it is wat its gonna be, you see wat u gonna see/
my career is ya misery/
a bunch time lines, damn nigga this is history/
And these are just dreams, nah I ain't got proof/
I just got lines, u can tell em Im the truth/
So much pressure on my mind/
but I do this all time, nothin for the realest/
i swear I last forever if they ever try to kill us/
Swear these words are my legacy/
swear i see the game through other niggas jealousy/
tryna get head of me, go an get ya dream dog/
that's wat we all dream for, but not everybody makin it/
got couple people askin see how far im takin it/
i don't really know now, questionin my on skills/
bricks in my hand wen that pressure builds/
im my worst critic, yall ain't got criticize/
swear im gettin better tho, do for my nigga who got locked up in federal/
or do for my sister who begginn for that medical/
We all got issue, I aint't tryna list em all/
do it for summer, Im just miss the fall/
then re-up in the winter, my voice resonates the bottom the tenor/
underground king, swear that crown fit me well/
no need to exxagerate, I don't kiss and tell/
but im married to game, you see im so engaged in it/
somthin like wine ya aged in it/
raised in it, and I get paid in it/
funny how them high top artists just fade in it/
I wasn't there from the beginning, never saw greats rap/
flow never rocky, and I mean that ASAP/
nothin that I have said, I regret nor take back/
and to those who tryna mirror me, I hope that yall can face that/
can't face ya selves then I hope that yall can face facts/
cookin ideas up, go and taste that/
Matter fact, want it for your self or don't want it all/
I find men who love to walk, even learn how to crawl/
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