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[verse]
“a l where you been?”
i been inside for 2 summers
cooking up a sound wave, back with the thunder
really man i wonder
“is it body bag season?”
yes, imma flood these streets like a dedicated runner
i made sense outta pain come on
it’s deep if i re track my steps and change suttin
no regrets, replay b-ttons
compose the memories or the lay the melodies
and proceed to have ya boo thang blushin
she’s a handful
i’m schumacher on the wheel
cased closed
end of discussion
back to the tough sh-t
i’m in the trenches learning to cut these
demons cuffing, desire l-sting
dirt on my shoulder, it’s hard to brush it
off with the head of distractions, interruptions
i’m the life of the party in this function
i’m the only one here that can make disruption
i’m your favorite rappers, favorite rapper
mate and i ain’t even put a toe in the game
wait, lemme sprout a bit of faith
how the f-ck i let myself downplay this
coming like one the greatest
already claimed it
already paved it
somebody wants me caved in
ain’t nuttin new, deal with it in prayers
all praise and glory to the maker
i’ll pay homage till i’m at the gates
bible on the dash in my wraith
i ain’t got no idols my g
if so jesus got that place
my pen game step on n-ggas necks
by force i gotta match the energy
from now it’s kratos flex
metaphorically i buss heads
don’t be rushing saying “what’s next?”
i might k!ll a rapper for the clout
try me n-gga go on doubt me boy
drive by flows, skr skr
bow-bow-bow-bow, in and out
tokyo drift how i’m skidding out
been in my bag for minute now
there is no worthy comparison
come on man you hear the difference
why you cl-ss ’em as the heroes?
you gotta call me a villain now
going out like a legend, i’m not no heath ledger
you joker i can’t come and k!ll myself

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[verse]
don’t talk to me like i’m that kid from seven years ago
really and truly, i shoulda left that kid years ago
premature wisdom in a incubator, devil said it won’t make it
god said it’s too late man he felt greatness
“based on a t.r.u. story” was the album
don cheese on the instrumental, played with my mental
now i used my mental to play with these instrumentals
f-ck up these instrumentals
for every time any n-gga tried to look at me different
for every time any chick, did me dirty
and left me with me a heavy heart
came into this world with a burden, that’s a heavy start
daddy christian, mummy muslim
jesus or allah?
stand for nothing, fall for anything. foundation first
believe in god, that alone led me far
4 gcse’s, dropped outta colly still found my path
now i got my tools to make mills and flip smart
music is where i belong
said i would i love to be a producer and he gave me bars
ain’t this written in the stars?
i know this written in the books
always saw greater every time i saw my mama cry
dad. i love you, i know you tried
14 i realize, gotta be a winner in life
still i had demons to fry, year 9
surrounded by products of the environment
and bare kids living life
if i had to live it twice, i’ll have no friends
i’ll buckle down to keep my grades in check
all for my mothers sake
guess i had to fail big
guess i had to make mistakes
made me the man i’m today, f-ck who ain’t having no faith
raps gonna make me chill, raps gonna make the cake
of course with the icing too
s cl-ss coupe, panoramic view
condo blues, huracán same color as pikachu
don’t be scared when them cat eyes take a peek at you
freedom that my ancestors never knew
serenades for the pain that i put myself through
and if lyrics be the fruits, then i’m sippin on heaven juice
let a rapper say my name i’ll treat ’em like a enemy
no white flags, f-ck a truce
fire in the booth, so much soot up in the room
leave 3rd degree burns on my engineer too
tell me i ain’t the best, boy you got a screw loose
matter fact you ain’t got screws to unscrew
why you wanna fight it? you ain’t hear my f-cking lines
man i already punched you, like money may on mcgregor
shoulda wore a balaclava as i came through the entrance
coz my rap is a robbery, tell the scene it’s a stick up
put the fans and shows in the bag
for my rider i need liquor for my n-ggas
good food, 2 zoots after i k!ll it
i don’t want no amnes, flavors only
i don’t want no cigaweed
if there’s chip up in that riz, baby don’t roll it for me
always been a healthy kid
didn’t always get my greens
so it’s black eyes for the p’s
every verse is worth at least…
down payment money for a mortgage or a lease
man i’m watching every step
every move i make is deep
paranoia through the week
sometimes i don’t even wanna sleep
i ain’t doing enough
till the visions in my head is the reality i see
af got me thinking i’m different kind of breed
they never believed, i just tell em what i see

holy spirit in the room, taking pictures
say cheese
holy spirit in the room, taking pictures
say cheese

- al4music

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