ODYSSEY III
J. Baez
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Never gotta flex but I got 'em like whoa See me in stu', dude, high up in the dome Cooking with a crew, who would've ever known We would take it this far coming from the soul Didn't know we'd get far Did a couple shows And I keep it lowkey but a speaker 'bout to blow Know I gotta thank God Do it on the low When I'm home all alone on my own, no phone I'm told to atone for my sins then I grow Get it right, chest light, then I'ma glow See me in the books but no centerfold Book of life type I ain't tryna be bold I be tryna keep it low Keep it humble in my flow I ain't flexing with the gold or the money or the cold ice I don't need no vice... You can't take it all with you said the old advice Ya Better say that twice If you all about the money I don't play that type I'ma listen to the artist who gon' change that sight Not that artist who went and bought it for the A-list rights Nah But some about it and they make up their mind And they leaving it for no reason 'cause they whipping the ride Ripping that life, superficial riches, dip in the pie Make it a slice, maybe two, 'cause the greed in their eyes Yeah Gotta leave it behind I'm only taking what I'm needing for a simpler time If you be sowing you be reaping more than dollars and rides You gotta focus on the realest not material highs Nah Lets keep it real with no subliminal lie You can tell it by the presence and the way that it feel A creeper fiending for some reason to exploit the whole deal Don't be a cheater tryna mess the gear up breaking the wheel Nah Dismiss the nonsense The wolf will profit See through the toxic fumes in the mosh pit Where the cash at Don't trip in that trap Where you be scheming and be thieving Get a backpack Get your own books Get a new look I ain't talking 'bout no gucci or a new cut I'm talking 'bout a modern fam' plan, all clutch Talking 'bout a chill spot with ya true love Suburban homestead I'm feeling all set Not for the moment But for the whole set I'm throwing no bets I only make checks Me and my baby cook a stew up and it beefless Never gotta flex but I got 'em like whoa See me in stu', dude, high up in the dome Cooking with a crew, who would've ever known We would take it this far coming from the soul Didnt know we'd get far Did a couple shows And I keep it lowkey but a speaker 'bout to blow Know I gotta thank God Do it on the low When I'm home all alone on my own, no phone
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