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going on I swear
I’m feeling lost all over tracks like Eminem without his snare
It’s safe and sound for now, gotta make the family proud
I’m getting

the will to succeed
Though I am in the street daily cause I want these things on T.V
What is said by society I couldn't have
I gotta eat, I'm hungry!
I mean

be talking to police
And now he gotta watch for oppas in the streets
He almost got set up by bitch with double D’s
You never trust a bitch to give you

up on my grind I felt at times that I was losing
That's why I'm Thanking God for the motivation that this music did
If I ain't have this voice I'd

Life is getting harder to enjoy it the proper way
I know we been hearing the same noise that our mommas say
Keep off them streets, stay true to your God

Shit I hate you but I love you-
It’s so strange i feel this way I can’t escape-

Ain’t it funny with this money do-
Women used to play me now they call

to be a man
So at times I would just smile and lie to say that I'm going to bed then I shed a tear too, it's true
Introverted by nature so I was one with

every part of me is getting used to monogamy
Taking care of family
Pop saying he proud of me
Plus I'm what all these young niggas tryna be
But ain't no

pray to me
Imma really have to master my Inner G

Smoking my herb, getting lost in the starred skies
The depths of this shit, caught a G by surprise
We

but surrounded by some poison
But you gods son selected therefore you was chosen
We just trynna get rich so we could go do shit
Put the money where we

overpriced
After all, holidays are about coming together
Celebrating with family during the cold weather
Catch us wearing the big coats with the ugly Christmas

feeling crazy yeah
I know the pressure be getting real tough
Trying to make it while you deep in the mud
Family doubting all your dreams
Don't give up no

Yeah
I present to you the Immaculate Reception
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Random Beats
This is the generation of miracles
Something kinda

here Livin
Ahhhhhh
I am out here getting paper
For the family
And the bros
Ooo fuck them haters
I've be wildin
In this road
Cuz I cannot get enough
I've

Still got my moms right by my side
Let those who feel subbed know one size fits all who apply, amen

Thanking God for the things in my life that fell

many angles
Your paranoia is gone you getting used to cameras
But the music ain't paying that's the chat from your parents
Taking a shot at your goals

drains
We was getting chased by police every other day
This ain't nothing new when you from a council estate
Never had money so why you think we misbehave

not once got on my knees (No)
They say it's hereditary with genes so I had to straighten up 
Getting folded by the crease
Visions of my grandfather

and they're guarding you through it
Stop making problems out of nothing 'cause you're used to having problems
Obsess like you're possessed by a ghost of your

Aye
Aye
I'm on top of the world I'm in the clouds
Yeah
I'm on top of the world I'm in the, Yuh
I'm on top of the world I'm in the clouds
Be by myself

looking up to the creator
Thinking you a God but odd it's always something that's greater
That I owe a couple favors; getting high off the scenery
Thanks

Man these streets don't love nobody
I already knew that shit but that shit just hit different
When a nigga you used to fuck with tough cross you
Same

martyr to me 
I make hits, while spitting real, that's what hip-hop should be
I know this is God's gift, I saw it wrapped by the tree, Case

It's the past we can't get by
The present that stresses lies
And the future distracted by the prize
Do you know that ism is the solution?

Prayed to God