Bag Getter Anthem ($uCCESS)

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Yo, I been striving for success, I won't stop till I get it, uh
Had some hard times, but I saw light, even when others saw dead ends
Came from the dirt, like a millipede
When it rained, thugged through the mud
And polished my craft, like I'm mister clean
Cuz deep down, I didn't do enough
I know I've been different from the start
But now that I'm back on my grind
I'm not slacking, I'm tryna get back on my feet
Back when half of the time, I was asking for free
Passes for a ride on a metro, in discrete
Steady plotting towards the numbers like a geek
And figured ways to tick it off my list, like rain checks, no heat

How I'm working towards a goal, back and forth passing the rock, like the time counting crows
Had to juggle responsibilities, like that clown on a unicycle to be known
Still don't wanna be the GOAT, but how can I say that if all these rappers is jokes
Double checking my rear view, I can't see anyone near, I think that it's broke
Got used to hearing "bruh you just a gook" but I never bothered with those
Cuz the truth is, I knew I had the blueprints, way before I was studying Hov
Needed to move, but knew, first I needed to choose never sell not a part of my soul
Never wanted to prove a thing, just wanted opportunity to knock like it was door to door

Mad life, on the edge, I was flipping like half pipes
Last I spoke to success, said it's tripping, it's past time
Slack sliced for me that was given, never existed
So take my breath, if you ever catch me slippping like black ice, cuz I know that

I been striving for success, I won't stop til I'm on top, like a Jenga block, no stress
Ironic in a sense that until they stop sleeping on me like a bed, I cannot rest
Used to drop down cuz my thoughts drowned me, I was feeling depressed
Til I shot down all the dark figures in my head
Like I was a fed, now I'm moving smarter with my bread
I put in work, only fools rush to fools gold
Well then call me a fool, cuz I'm rushin to a check
Tick it off my
Wait, I already said it
I should've repeated myself regardless, just so I can make sure that you get it
I'm selfish, I can't spare a second
Married to the game and unhappily wedded
Hard on these trash rappers I ain't talking erections
Angel of death to these rappers I'm blessing
I'll slaughter your favorite artist that's a promise no threaten
I ain't with pretending man, I just be playing it smart
You hating on me then you deaf and don't see my moves like Hellen Keller or Mathew Murdock
Nah I'm playing, I ain't stressing
I don't hate it, don't sweat it
I'd rather make it and get hated on
By no names, than stay in place like Professor X
Because face to face, they know better
I play no games, but toe tag and
I don't stay in lane, I make trends
How I pave a way
Road jet black
No hunter, I stepped back
To make amends and find light in this trash life

Trash  life, I was on the edge, now I'm shining, like flashlights
Trash sight, I saw no future for myself, looking back I
Was mad bright, blowing up was a matter of timing, like a land mine
So take my torch, if ever get folded, like jack knives

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