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racing inside my head of what it was I just watched
All I know at the time I didn't want it to stop
The images caught my eye plus the sound was unique
From

left out
Vocal development speak with my chest out
Leane found my sound nick let me vent out
Feel like the best out
Reek of the best loud
Rookie to vet

She all on this Lambo paint
I'm sippin on starburst drink
Everywhere we are just link
Racing gas in my trackhawk tank
Lets get money, six em, take

to my training, a n***a elite
Words so priceless, check the receipt
I wake up eat, grind, sleep and repeat
Against my old lyrics I compete
Racing the beat

Racing to the new century
Facing the self made machine
Losing our directive's prime
Choosing our new command line

Withstand the organic compulsion

nameless
They have faith in changing words
And altering their body's development
Yet try to make us Christian faithless
While the world buys into lies
People

inner critic steady narrating me through the negative
Park-in-son’s thoughts, so shaky through the development
I’m making moves for the treasure, you

man, oh me, oh my
Never really needed brakes for where he was heading in
All the speed bumps to explore
They were irrelevant
Racing in his element
Part

all
I hate seeing people that I care for feeling like me
Thought life was looking up, I fell in love with a pisces but I see
I needed that development

just
Now you just pages in my journal, just a stage in my development, I
Know that this letter I'm addressing can't envelope it, how
I'd never felt it,

on the grind
Them people just blind
They know they been seeing Development
My baby she drippy yea she got that Water
She pulling up like it's Culligan
I give

When I skate the elevate, fall down to bust my face, helps put me back in place
We're all racing for the same thing, but some of us are playing dirty
So

Progress
Quickly
Unfolding
Racing towards the end
Intelligence
Of a higher power
Motives are suspect
Can't you see?
The harm it feeds
Synthetic

Never dwell through the gates of Hell malevolent devil from Hell
Arresting development rebel with the gospel we tellin it
Heaven sent on this quest we

doing laps like Mo Farah running tracks
A unmanifested future none of which is based on facts
The fabrication of the situation got your heart racing
Then

not my daughter

I'm a motherfucker with the windows down
Bass boomin' when I'm racing past
I'm a nice guy, but the man on my right side
You don't wanna