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[intro: rebel legato]
who got it, who got it?
uh
who got it, who got it?
who got it, who got it? (rebel got it)
who got it, who got it? (rebel got it)
who got it, who got it? (will got it)
who got it, who got it? (rebel got it)
who got it, who got it? (squares got it)
who got it, who got it? (rebel got it)

[verse 1: rebel legato]
yo, look
i’m on the edge of being sane
life cold, i still ain’t adapted to the change
move the pen like mic strokes, osmosis how much water’s turned into a ghost
the bullets fly right through they homes, get jammed
into electric post, don’t go lose your coast
tryna do more than the most
sh_t, but [?] i roll get laid out like stepping stones, cre_
_ate your own road or you’ll be one with the clones, sh_t
facing warzones, n0body promised that you’ll make it home
opps scared, more two_tone, two_face faker than silicone
i get my ceilings on only when i’m home
walk the streets a beast, only i know what i’m on
sh_t, hip_hop never deceased, leave my enemies creased
cornies creep, hatin’ on what i speak
i’m never weak morally, halo 2 or f_cking 3
in other words i’m master chief and almost off the f_cking deep end
reason why i’m wreakin’, it’s the season of the reaper
chicago lost souls, never sleepin’, always am streetin’
tryna get a piece up off the next plate
no need to explain, in every hood, that’s every day
how [?] get scary after legends get buried
i’ll walk your body, tell them n_ggas come find me
[?], ain’t it obvious that i’m a problem?
i’m a problem, i’m a motherf_cking problem
[chorus: will is chillin’ & rebel legato]
yo, yo, i don’t got time for this sh_t
got my life on the line, got my mind on the grip, ha
i don’t have too many options
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin
i don’t have time for this sh_t
got my life on the line, got my mind on the grip, ha
i don’t have too many options
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin early

[verse 2: will is chillin’]
i don’t have that many answers
so i question everything, imagination rapidly dancin’ so devilish
curse first love was the kind i couldn’t level with
left me with a lot of baggage, funny
no wonder i keep trippin’ with my new ones
missing for an hour from my gaze, the mind plays tricks
“never trust a soul” what i told myself at a young age just to maintain this false sense
young in front of a crowd, all tense, stage fright
few years later seems fearless when i face mics
two ears gave me ease, erase any sort of pain
lightin’ the way, lightin’ the way
fightin’ the playground called my emotions right by the mood swings
calm myself just by writin’ a page
calm myself just by writin’ a page
keep calm, keep calm
savin’ up my money, here to stay, so it’s hot
[?] is harder than getting g_ngb_nged in the stop in my city
no one is safe anymore
god gave me [?] temptation weight on my door
way things are going i won’t make it to see twenty_four
alcohol stay in my pores, lungs full of sticky
it’s iffy that i face these vices draggin’ me the f_ck down
so much on my mind but i don’t seem to give a f_ck now
[chorus: will is chillin’ & rebel legato]
i don’t have time for this sh_t
got my life on the line, got my mind on the grip, ha
i don’t have too many options
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin

[verse 3: term k]
early, term seekin’ audience applause when he hop on the stage (uh, give it up, give it up)
finna maul you like a dog, a beast out of his cage
oughta keep me on a leash
we compete but we never win (nope)
been gettin’ desperate for attention
weak knees and they tremblin’
deer season, keep me in fear of the reaper
despite what the song say, been drivin’ the wrong way
and it might’ve cost him life, lines to read in between
chief of police can seize the freedoms that make an american
scared to convey my opinion and this sh_t is gettin’ just a little out of hand (uh)
driven off the track, no haystacks along the perimeter, yo
play that song until it hurts for me to listen to
purple weed and witches’ brew
perfectly as pictures do, that’s how we do
not the truth that he speakin’ though (uh)
volume through the roof until the speakers blow, keep it goin’

[chorus: will is chillin’ & rebel legato]
i don’t got time for this sh_t
got my life on the line, got my mind on the grip, ha
i don’t have too many options
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin
i don’t have time for this sh_t
got my life on the line, got my mind on the grip, ha
i don’t have too many options
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin early
[outro: will is chillin’]
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin
heard that this stress could send you to a coffin

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