But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my, yeah Exclamation on emotions, through all this Covid commotion I meditate for 30, then I throw on some Frank Ocean Momma knows that I'm a star, my Dad thinks that I'm coastin' I think I'm gonna go far, look at the numbers I'm posting Roll up a cone, I blow out the stress I can't hold a job, my life is a mess I'm pushing it down, I can't keep holding it in So I pour up a glass, and I pick up the pen I win every day, ascension I levitate Attention coming my way, all the tension that I create We don't need your help, we can do it all at 108 You might have trouble at Heaven's gate We spread love, you spew hate A million fucking friends, why am I still alone Bottle open, headphones on I'm in my zone When I go home, nothing but disappointed tones Cause my dad don't think I'm grown, so I write another song Yeah, I give you bars upfront, like bodegas or convenience stores If you're looking for inspiration, I'm a convenient source Charged up, similar to Drake or a Rayovac Never wave the flag, especially when I slay a track Needle in the haystack, you're washed up, we should call you Maytag Mixtape flow, bringing '08 back, 2021 vision is never impaired Especially when I'm rapping over beats from Shamir Get a little more creative when I'm sipping this clear Liquor off the richter, we smoke cones, so f*ck ya swishers I'm here to stay in the rap game, so I guess I'm a permanent fixture Me and David on the beat, it's such a deadly mixture A couple shots of sake, some hibachi with the ginger Rest in peace to Big L, you see the big picture So fall back, like Kool G Rap A booby trap, you can't escape I decimate, then levitate, you don't want this shit to escalate No knock offs or gimmicks, know my heart's really in it Sipping grapes from the vineyard, got my living room spinning See how sharp my pen is, new songs all for your consumption Rise up, call it ascension, but I made it from my dungeon I keep it realer than most, bet your ass I'm so authentic Run the Town of Boston, you motherfuckers are authentitious Break your legs and tell you to your face, there goes college soccer Then I break into Fenway Park, like a Charlestown robber But the difference is, I'll escape without a fuckin' blemish Then my legacy's cemented, put my number in the garden In the rafters, then I'm after, killing all the shit I started More meticulous than Colin Sullivan in The Departed No knock offs or gimmicks, know my heart's really in it Sipping grapes from the vineyard, got my living room spinning See how sharp my pen is, new songs all for your consumption Rise up, call it ascension, but I made it from my dungeon But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my dungeon But I made it from my dungeon, but I made it from my dungeon
Written by: David Ryan, Jeff Porter
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