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Some might say I'm trifling Some might try to idolize him, Step back
Head up in the clouds like a jet pack, No setbacks
This time, I'ma make an impact Went from little game to aiming up for the
big bags, This track will serenade Gaze into barren wasteland, Pave a path and make a way out of this, My
escape plan Shake hands with the ones steady making a move
Moving making money, Got me on trajectory to greatness
And not only am I the one, I'm the one and only

Shorty finna hit my phone whenever she get lonely
The way these rappers talking gats, That shit is mad baloney
Master my craft and any task is cake, So if you know me
Just know I got it in the bag with this, Believe me homie

Don't deceive me homie, phony, Never believe your story
All glory to the skies, Pride and envys your demise
The day I heard you died, Never seen so many cry
I'm on the move man, The hooligan is on the loose

I'm here to prove you can do what you were meant to do
I never lose man, I only learn lessons, Determine whether I should burn bridges or come together Yeah, I'm breaking bread and this melody is heaven
sent, Destined for better, Forever engraved up in your head
I always said, Gotta get it, how you live it They ain't like it, Live in spite, Then just forget them, That's the wisdom, Ayy,  I'm underpaid, Still I play this hectic game
I speak for disenfranchised poor, yo, Peep the name ill

And no, not mentally, but just to represent the skill
I put my heart into every bar, That's how you know it's real
You ever feel like every endeavor is uphill? And all these snakes are hating, claiming you got no appeal I'm here to steal the show and ride the beat with every flow, I'm kicking in the door, I gotta let my
presence known, This type of force is one in which you
shouldn't dabble with I got the type of shine that's vibrant like an acid trip Old school and new school, I mix and match that shit When I mix and master it, I make a classic hit
Master of creation, That's a mother fuckin MC on the MAP
I bet they gon' remember me I never be complaining about the things
I cannot change That's life, sometimes you pay the price with pain, I ain't never have to ice my chain
I'd rather buy a place for me and my wife one day
Somewhere nice where we don't ever have to sweat no thing
And to live a  life surrounded by my day one mains

Never redact my story, I just bathe and bask in the glory
From night through morning, Yall scandalous And predatory
Pray on my downfall, but never doubt my inventory of raps
My catalog will make you snap
That boom bap sound will elevate you to class

These cats snooze rapping abuse smack and dilute tracks
Their shit is watered down and detrimental to the craft
Take in the elements to help me formulate a plan
Feel like the man when the people screaming at my shows

Will I make it to new heights? I guess nobody knows
But I can tell you this, I'll try with everything I have
You laughing now, But I believe that I'ma get the last

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