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Guess from past pain but that shit past tense
Consistently grind a stream is less than a half cent
Always take game nigga in all interactions
From owners

cash
Aye

I'm makin' moves like the Flash
Knuckles is brass 
Smoking on gas got this green like it's grass
Goin' up fast
Sit yo' ass down like you pray

color is black
I'm still the man
Anti-matter reactor
Put any supervillain to shame
Just by the sound of my name
Undisputed world title I claim
Whatever's

bold on us
They acting arrogant
This ain't the 50s I dare you, man
Yeah, y'all trying to settle a score
I said what good is having long bread
When your

got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make
They thinkin' that I'm dangerous
So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris
Which is fine,

ain't switch up at all
My money clean but they say that my watch is too filthy
Paid two-fifty, bullshit miss me
We move as a unit, you would think we

like Stallone, got game like 50 Cent posse
Up first to work, on his coffee grind
In no time promoted to the king's right hand
But no hype man, had

as profound as an explosion
feeling lit like 50 cent I'm a genius in abundance I'm a beast flourishing in Florence with the adrenaline as I roam the streets

Is the return of the beast mother fucker you gonna be ma feast
I been hungry for very longtime so serve no beef
Lyrically .damage. you and when you

a lama"
What is the time damn im missin my flight
So i sparked up that paper 
Got lit for the night
A couple of bitches they ate up with my appetite
I am

motherfuckers bleed
“Why you talk about the past?”
Is the question
But it’s no the past
It’s the future and the presence
Watching bodies get dropped cold since

you, baby"
It's life experience written down on paper and then made into albums
You know what I mean, it's like every rapper is a prophet to me
And not

If by the grace of God I can replace it with a smile
I hope my soul can be redeemed, you know it's bound to take a while
Cause you know, I mean you

Kenesaw Mountain Landis was a bad mother fucker 
He was seventeen feet tall, he had a hundred and fifty wives 
He didn't do that much except he

staying home as they accept a few of the sick calls
This is worse than when I first tasted the Pepto Bismol
Or that 10 but really 9 I met
Kindness saved her

The education the desperation of learning when kids become the vermin
The future is so uncertain. Sex since your 15 your low esteem is evident your innocence is

taking drugs on my hoe
And you was there when i got played by them hoe bitches
Shoutout to my niggas who gave them bitches buck fifty
And i'm screaming

now the future is bright

an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition

got the game under siege
Hope every kid I have is, just another younger me
And just as damn hungry, like we smoked a ton of weed
Got munchies for beats

sir
If I keep getting over-looked by selection
(Hello?)
I need a beat from Statik Selektah (I do)
Yes, I just switched up the flow
But I didn't mess up

Man my album playing like a mother fucking greatest hits
They’ll be hella late to this
Won’t even know what day it is
I can’t be a Satanist, I don’t

Mayweather with his hands
Like what’s your motive, I’m just tryna' understand
Is you another thotiana tryna' bust it for them bands (Yea aight)
Bitch, I’m

writing my life play out in verbatim
I ain't up in her DMs I'm up from PM to AM
I could fear what lies ahead but my future is my creation look
Off the radar