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Final Round

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Chorus
It’s the final round (3X)
Final boss final showdown

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All I ever want to ball alone long
Have a lot of goals that will move me

were you from its were you at
They'll never see you coming
I was told by Towdee Mac
I hit the floor running like a jumbo jet
Diddy dancing enhancing my

But I’m thankful for the ones who stayed by my side
It’s kinda lonely on this road but I ride alone
One minute yo, a nigga hear next one you’ll be gone

across four or five lanes dodging cars, almost got hit by an eighteen wheeler truck 
I’m just thinking back on memories with my homies dead or alive you

just to do the show
When that over we gonna hit the other spot on Campbellton road
That sit right there in the corner by Myrtle Drive across from Delowe

ya fill up on those damn fries
Take your albums and toss em 
I hit the beat harder than Sherlock Holmes and Mr Watson 
I load the party in a cannon

we gotta do something
about these stressed angers
but we can't do nothing
cuz we're controlled by rangers
stranglers
who work to cut us off
to keep

there
I wake up to stop it
Never had a moment i could spare 
Don't have many options
And they wanna claim that they did it i dare em to talk it
I walk

call it capital murder
I've lived through drive-bys, killers, kidnappers, robbers
Car hits, runners, coppers, robbers
All just people lookin for a bit

Hit the track and hurl, went from sweating out her shirts
To staying inside cause i don't like shit about her
Maybe another life or, another album

Its been 10 years since my first album
Look at What I came from
East side, sleeping on couches
But I don't wanna play a victim
Cuz my grandparents

that I thought of
Shot off the chain, like i was sawn off! (Ruhr!)
So i saved 'em; 2 years; stored 'em
School got worse; was culled by the boredom
But I

vibe
Ambition
I’m just tryna live
And do more than survive
I’d be lying if I told you I don't think bout what’s finna happen next
Like
Who woulda thought

shit double
You say you bangin we know you be bluffin
When you say you hustlin but you really wasnt
Saw you on the gram got exposed by your cousin
You

getting visits
I don't need to graft
You know I'm getting hella digits
Kante is everywhere but not as much as me 
I'm on your bitches radio and TV
You can

Shui improving!

Inner peace don't have a price
But I can't afford to lose it!
Wise were once foolish! 
Life's off what you learn when you thru it!

his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns

yo' lil ass couldn't try on, uh
But we can let bygones be bygones
Or keep beefin', but yo' ass is gonna say goodbye son
Please don't make a threat that

plenty
Unless its a task that Im given by Infinity
Now my enemy is every nigga in the industry
Tell em make an album full of hits then get with me
I keep

Blunt cruising on the highway
Going 90 surfing lanes in broad day
Addy got me in my fung schway
I could make an album in like 1 day
On god count digits

I got a song for those who say They wasn't feeling me
I'm a playa you a hater this yo Anthem
Mad I hit da corner store wit a Camera and song made

your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in

I'm dropping so they pushing back releases
I could drop a diamond album by myself don't need no features
This weed from out the country brought it over