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[intro: jae skeese]
uh, jae skeese, ill tone
you know we here, man
this that 716, a nickel city
that buffalo, that eastside
this that sound right here, man
and it’s like—
sometimes, your dreams, when you go to sleep at night, they can be so vivid
you see it, you see the vision
and perception is the greatest art form in the world, man
you know what i’m sayin’?
sometimes you just gotta paint that picture
you gotta show people, man, that it’s—
it’s so much more, man
it’s more to attain, you know what i mean? (uh)
’cause they can’t see it for themselves (yo, yo)
let’s go (check)

[verse 1: jae skeese]
a human being just being human, look (uh_huh)
of course i’m nice, i’m pourin’ life into this microphone when i go speak into it (facts)
catch me at the top, it’s sort of like when roofin’ needs improvement
yes, they see the movement, but i ain’t speakin’ like readin’ music (nah)
i’m pennin’ bars to go from poverty to property ownership
it’s the drum, n0body toppin’ these vocalists (it’s drumwork)
[?] underdog, just like n0body be noticin’
’cause they keeps ’em motivated opposed from growin’ complacent (facts)
from the home of the hatred where dreams suffer from stunted growth and love is low
somehow there was always a humble hope (somehow)
now on my forrest gump, i’m cross country, tourin’, i run the road
just to see these blue_face hundred folds (uh_huh)
receivin’ love from people in places i never thought i would travel to (never)
my beginnings was rough, young boy raised from the gravel roots
see, i just put the work in, nothin’ ’bout this was magical
those who said i won’t make it had errors in their grammatical (talk that talk)
sometimes life will challenge you to see how bad you really want it
at my lowest, it was times i got depressed, was feelin’ [?] (crazy)
i felt attacked but in the mirror was my real opponent
this could be the realest thing i wrote, that’s ’cause the realest wrote it
spend my life trying to get my moment (uh_huh)
right on time, even when i felt like god had postponed it (right)
that’s devotion and dedication (flowin’)
the ultimate elevation (flowin’)
i’ll flow ’til my expiration (flowin’)
you know it’s the separation
rest in peace my brother, man
[verse 2: chase fetti]
rest in peace to my two sisters that passed (rip)
this sh_t is trash like it’s garbage day, i laugh to keep the storm away
always be a leader, never follow what my father say (always lead)
job released my moms without giving her all her pay (f_cked up)
i was chasin’ cream but chasin’ my dreams in the process (uh_huh)
n0body gave a f_ck ’bout my stress, i always poke out my chest (always)
made it out the streets, dog, place all of the fiends go
it ain’t no corner left ([?])
while i get my floss on, my weed smell like mornin’ breath
i still get my toss on, my j run like marshawn
i’m dealin’ with all stars, i’m winnin’, who wanna bet? (who wanna bet, n____?)
from ‘back of them cop cars to now, n_____ boardin’ jets, tours and checks
born to flex on n_____ tryna stop my food (uh_huh)
sham god, the rock, you n_____ tryna watch my moves (f_ck outta here)
mandatory is the mob, bada_bing, bada_boom
i feel i got a point to prove, n____

[verse 3: the black abstract]
i got perc’ residue on the king james version
i’m spiritual, but i still keep a glock up my person (bah)
pass that weed in a circle like a seance (pass it around)
my mom sold my soul for a forty ounce of st. ides
that monkey on her back jumped on her mind
now when i wake up, four perc’s at a time, and i ain’t never had no backaches (uh_uh)
in school, i ain’t graduate
cash, what i calculate
to smash, i ain’t have to wait
but yeah, let me elaborate
i had to transition to crack, from composition
being parent wasn’t fittin’ for my mom’s addiction (nah)
family custody hearings, judge made me a parent to twelve_year old brother, i ain’t even have no children (uh_uh)
year prior got a prior, got knocked with a revolver (yep)
same year, livin’ in the crib, no gas or water (yeah)
feeling like a orphan now
so_called father abandoned me like a foster child (f_ck), i was forced to wild, uh
cigar lit, feet up on my desk in my office now (haha)
just bought a house, no more awkward frowns (nope)
the moral of the story is this sh_t
keep dwellin’ on your past, and your future, you’ll miss it
abstract, n____

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