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Overthinking till there's nothing left in me, and my positive thoughts are all dead to me
You got the gold but I never read the g, and yeah that lines old like all my enemies
Cause I kill em all with the first pen I see, call me an assassin cause they dead ac
But f*ck assassin like Kyra, dope mc, that's what I am and that's what I'm meant to be

My mind is a pore, I open the jaw, spit it from the core, but what's in the core
Agreements from court, a meta that's for, rap and metaphors, clap I just score
What I'm rapping for, is to kill em all, never leave em bore, with the whole (hole) of corps
I do all my chores, then I work some more, on the music course, need more laps of course

And you need more naps of course, and you should really listen
And you should not interrupt, I don't need your opinion
Didn't have much to start off, worked with what I was given
Got this far by working hard, work a bit then you give in

I drive the bars like manual cars, I grind in dark and under stars
You grind in jars, then throw it far, put out my char, with your wet jar

A sticky task, if I may ask, what's with the mask, hiding your task
Backstab and cask, the mates you past, I wanna blast, you to the cast

Cause I need time to win, work in my room writing, recording then writing, again that's where I been
Your shit ass like my chin, this is me warming up, foreshadowing the threat, that's a shark to a fin
And I rap with a grin, even on the sad songs, cause the rap makes me sane, never board (Bored) to the pin
Always born to my twin, like the old Eminem, and the man's evil twin, cause I split then I spin

Overthinking till there's nothing left in me, and my positive thoughts are all dead to me
You got the gold but I never read the g, and yeah that lines old like all my enemies
Cause I kill em all with the first pen I see, call me an assassin cause they dead ac
But f*ck assassin like Kyra, dope mc, that's what I am and that's what I'm meant to be

I spent 24 hours on all my song as if I fuckin own days
Flying over my success just to examine it like a drone phase
Questioning how the f*ck the kid stays consistent when he gets no pay
Well it's the passion that keeps me on the grind even on my B-Day

I'm running the rounds, they judging me now, cash in the amounts, not much but the sound
Keeps me sane with pounds, on my back and now, feeling sad and down, but then I surround

Myself with the music, making them feel stupid, sorta like the cupid, in love with the losin
They after gold uses, they keep the L clueless, I'm now the god fluid with lyrics I'm nuisance (New sense)

Finna go vroom, finna go boom, please don't assume, random with tunes
Consistent moves, pause nah resume, always on move, always got fumes

Always got smoke, asthmatic bloke, but I won't choke, different from most
I burn your bread, I eat the toast, that's fast 5 joke, Dom made em broke

Cause I'm burning and hurting my health is so concerning, all my thoughts be murmuring to take route for cash earning
If I do no returning, I don't want to be serving, another man his journey, independence I turning
To so I can be learning, to be better confirming, a better me and burning, the bridges be disturbing
Only need cream when churning, for butter I am turning, so I'm smooth with the wordings, and not with the wave surfing

I shot my shot and shot heads off, I hip then hop, my hip go pop
Like Pop you cough, and drop the lot, you rip em off, I r.i.p em off

And they gon puff, laughing at us, cause I'm not tough, giving a f*ck?
No hang em up, the dreams and stuff, cause teasing us, giving a f*ck?

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