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aM.Ess

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Better watch how you be talking to him
Say the wrong thing he’ll spaz again
Thoughts outta whack, gotta handle them
Pass me the drugs, on one times ten
Won’t even listen, don’t need your two cents
Smoke so loud, it seems I’m a nuisance
Way back then, not considered a cool kid
Still kicked it with all the Gs that was hooping
Not the sanest, got it workin in my favor
Wanna f*ck around? There’s time for that later
Just because we don’t move the same
Doesn’t mean I’m a fuckin hater
What’s it to you how I get in my groove?
Who tf is you to question my moves?
Don’t explain myself to anybody
There’s nothing left for me to prove
Alls I’m asking that you take a step back
Move too quick? That’s a guaranteed setback
Not everything needs action quick fast
Gotta let it breathe, before you can get back
Do what you do but you better know how
You gets no clue, you better look around
Too deep? Cool… rather be profound
Come up smooth with my fly ass sound
Even tho it’s lookin kinda hopeless
Never distracted, i keep my focus
Doesn’t matter what them haters say
At the end of the day, Im spitting dope shit
Just one reason i chose to do this
Really wanna prove that i’m dreaming lucid
Only excel at writing music?
Hell nah bruh, i’m far from stupid
Set intentions, defy limitations
Laugh in the faces of those who are hatin
Good things come to those who are patient
Losin my mind, pray to god that i make it
Call it what y’all wanna call it
Y’all just stalling, ain’t you tired of talkin?
Alls i know, is i’m always movin
Very familiar with how i walk it
I ain’t start it, imma finish it tho
Aim for the stars, my limiter broke
I just wanna pay my rent with words
My background come from a simpler folk
Even tho it’s lookin hopeless
Never distracted, i keep my focus
Doesn’t matter what them haters say
At the end of the day, Im spitting dope shit
Losin steam while i’m steaming on broccoli
Don’t look at me, grab the the weight from the car seat
Slid across my hood like my last name was starsky,
Plug in the hood cuz the whole world starving
Splittin sticks to quiet my conscious
Thoughts goin crazy, drivin me bonkers
Fortune at the door, can’t you hear it knockin
Mind state clouded from abusing these toxins
Locked in, noddin, now i’m feeling nauseous
Faded in and out, someone really needs to watch him
Another thiz to the dome, bet ya that’’ll rock him
Only thing, is whatever he gets, he pops it
Meaning there’s never been good time to stop it
Cuz its only a good time to him if he tops it
Might as well throw it in cuz i swear he lost it
Last bit of sanity, that bag really cost him

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