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Sittin' spittin' rhymes be the reason I survive it's crazy this shit the death of me
When I be getting high  the only thing else in life that I need is shorty next to me
So if I ain't got the time then I'ma apologize the grind it just be stressing me
Leave me a message when I'm cookin' cuz women weed and writing be the mufuckin recipe

I
Was a child in tune with destiny
Desolated by depths of success they promised was meant for me
I was way more ahead in speed
Figuring out the lessons we
Came across like a Jesus piece
Getting lost knowing faithfully
What it cost
I check the Nike box that's holding my cash,
Representing all the steps that a nigga walked, to get it
I been trippin', cuz I haven't made a million of anything
Yeah I been dippin'
Cuz out of billions of people in the world how could I ever be something different?
I'm steady measurin' my achievements by other winnings
I wish I didn't care 'bout how much I mattered to women
But I been keeping distance from everything with this Villainous mind state
Raised higher than Joliet's crime rate
Ain't expect me to be here like going on blind dates
But I'm not longer waiting cuz you have arrived late
I'm already getting cake
I don't have no time to waste when I'm

Sittin' spittin' rhymes be the reason I survive it's crazy this shit the death of me
When I be getting high  the only thing else in life that I need is shorty next to me
So if I ain't got the time then I'ma apologize the grind it just be stressing me
Leave me a message when I'm cookin' cuz women weed and writing be the mufuckin recipe

And the music get the best of me
With every line and every word, that I write down and speak
Pouring out of the pen the ink
Bleedin from my thoughts onto sheets
Rather like that than on the street
I fall asleep to melodies played on keys
And wake back up and get right to the dream
Until that shit become a reality
No fallacies among us
As every day passes my hunger, grows
I'm just hoping that the devil don't try and take me under
I wonder
Does my work back me up or am I frontin'
Or maybe I want all of the smoke, to add some substance
What if I pour my heart on the track cuz I don't feel loved enough
And keep myself at a distance cuz niggas showed me not to trust 'em
I guess I do it how I duz it
For the people that's relating to me more than my own cousins
And inspire my circle to keep it hotter than Funyuns
And When we run it always use your head no concussions
Cuz Man I won't stop

(What the f*ck)
Sittin' spittin' rhymes be the reason I survive it's crazy this shit the death of me
(Got Damn)
When I be getting high  the only thing else in life that I need is shorty next to me
So if I ain't got the time then I'ma apologize the grind it just be stressing me
(Stop playin)
Leave me a message when I'm cookin' cuz women weed and writing be the mufuckin recipe

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