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Seungrae

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Styling on the yelas, I have yet to meet someone who can do it just like me
Hate to be cocky but that's why my homies are, they're always there to remind me
F*ck being nice, if I give you my time I'm expecting something in return now
People love talking about nothing, that's why I don't usually pull my AirPods out
Kowloon Side, I'm just a City Boy
Grew up on Siu Mei and VLT
Balling with the local boys
And playing Dota with the Nepalese
My team we moving in silence, you f*ck with one of us, you fucking with thousands
City so small, I can promise you that you really don't want no fucking problems

Uh
Pick up the pen and just write shit
Lately been on a roll like some dices
I be moving the game like I'm psychic
I be proving them wrong like a scientist
She be giving me brain like I'm mindless
Now she telling her friends all about us
Showing up to my house acting childish
Girl, I'm too busy for this shit, I'm moving on
Maintain my status as number one
Rappers tip-toeing around me, afraid they might wake up this beat in hibernation
Sleeping on me like this some vacation
Bitch, get the f*ck off me
I got nothing to prove to you, I'm far beyond these yelas' level
They cannot touch me
I'm in a league of my own
Sometimes I feel so alone
Nobody even come close
They tell the club that they backing out soon as they see my name on the same show
I guess that's just how it goes
When you turning all their fans into your fans, makes sense why nobody wants smoke
Bitch I've been killing it since '94

Always knew I was different that most yelas
Troubled artist like Vincent van Gogh
I poured my heart and my soul
Into my work, but also lost my mind
In the process, had to sacrifice
Everything else, they were asking me why
I even bothered trying at all
Funny how life is cuz now they all know
DMing me saying they love all my songs
Sweet like revenge, I ain't sour about it
I ain't got time for these petty emotions
I know it feels good to be recognized but I ain't doing this for anyone else man
This is my life man, everything that I write is real life man
F*ck what you know

King of this hill, yeah, I'm standing on top of the bodies of all these rappers that I've killed
Hero or villain, I don't give a f*ck what you call me neither do I care how you feel
Yelas be tripping, they all fake as f*ck man, I hate it when they say real recognize real
Second you ask them to prove it, they make up all kind of excuses and then disappear
Dressing the part only gets you so far
Bitches acting cute or showing some bra
Posting their shit on IG like it don't fucking stink, that's the state of Hip Hop in Hong Kong
Yeah, I said it and I fucking mean it
I know some yelas already feeling
Some type of way about what I'm saying
Dare you to prove me wrong, I'm waiting, uh

Crickets is all I'm fucking hearing
Quiet like it's a Sunday evening
I hit a nerve and now they bleeding
Die a hero or become a villain
Feels like the latter but f*ck it I'm living
Blood, sweat and tears, every night I'm still spilling
Filling my cup up with whatever's missing, uh
But it's 8:52 and I'm thinking of leaving
She taking off her make up and her earrings
Crying cuz I told her I don't believe in us
Anymore, I mean there was once
A point when I loved you so much
But I realized that I could never be enough
For you

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