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know pressure make diamonds, I make music that's timeless, I'm on Gods timing, but that's how he designed it, I just redefine it, Married to this game

the mark i missed?
Didn't know such pain, came from worlds like this

I just figured it be better if i put something together
Every letter, every scrap,
My

up to par but you should know that 
If it's tit for tat, I'ma get ya back 
If it's hot or not, we gotta beat the clock 
And we still don't know if we

the wrong rhyme 
But you showing your flow, that's all mine 
Oh silly me, if I call on my lyric ability 
I'll bring it right, straight to your jaw, free

this ain't no fucking wishing
Desires you cast a line for
Like people do when fishing, uh

Like your very first sight of gold
Remember when it glistened?

pulling me over, tapped me on the shoulder 
Said he smell aroma it's green
What do you mean? Keep taking off all your clothes
Till I can be certain your

know y'all deserve better
Don't want no crown, you can give it to whoever
Won't last forever so it don't matter
Way up in heaven I keep my treasures

love a ho tomorrow, we hop out and face shit, it remind you of Chicago
If you an opp, don't matter where you run, these bullets, they gon' follow, hop

exchange I get to, improve my skill
I must sound delusional, but if you can't see it, then that's perfect, so I'll sit back trying to Just chill

Whipping

a battery
But in the end it doesn't matter, if you're scattered or your hammered you'll still end up in The slammer
See, I ain't no suicidal boy
I'm

the litre
If you want beef, you can meet my amigos
And feds on my shit so I might catch a Rico
I got me a milli', it boosted my ego, so
I'm pourin' Wock in my

a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young

lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's

them ready up boy it's that hood tendencies (Bang bang)
If you got bad news keep it do not share it with me (No don't)
Niggas only check up on you when

on YouTube
Just some weak ass fools
I've already heard that flow
I've already heard that verse
It's all the same tone
With just a different way to curse
We do

were meant to talk at that age
Thought he had a good life, much better than mine
They had money, cable, HBO and Showtime
But sometimes it would be late

study me 'cause I got all the answers, when I write it's like I got a cheat sheet
Rap God bless you like you just sneezed
I think you niggas know by now I

on the other side of lens getting 1080
It caught my eye but it's pitiful design
I recommend you get yourselves in touch with Visuals By Mind
Like
What the hells

quiet you can hear me typing on my iPhone
Lord have mercy why they wanna murk me niggas wont fight me but they swear they're going to hurt me
If you do it

nigga, I'm outside)
Yeah
I'm a whole menace
Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics
Grown nigga, I'm a man with it
If you don't got your blick you

an incident that ain't by coincidence don't be acting feminine cause we can feel it in your spirit if the energy you sending niggas ain't legitimate. People

disco 
Good gas hit hard, kimbo 
All my new shit fire, Zippo 
If you want a problem we can get it then 
Any one picking him 
Better be ready to go and get

Uh-uh uhh, uh-uh ooh
Uh-uh uhh, uh-uh ooh
Uh-uh uhh, uh-uh uhh, ya ya ya
Maybe my heroes had it wrong all along
But I could do better babe
Ayy,

hurt   
Imagine every goal I had was really coming true 
Imagine if I got to do it all with you
Imagine you can feel proud watching me from the crowd