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I'm from failure not tolerated
Just wanted love I felt  hella hated
The sleeper artist the one they the underestimated
Competition or opposition
One up

I'm seeing niggas saying they the hardest?
Ya lying
But the only hardest these artists is, is hard of hearing
Shit the only audiences they should be

Quan De Artist
Yo Frost
Uu
Mind dum!
Mi born fully dunce
And it's ah murda anytime I walk with me gun
When I finger fuck it and squeeze it all till

I’m on a mission vibrating through your speaker
Since green roses dropped I’ve had bare artists begging me for a feature
Guess they seen the levels

but they better change they mind
Cause they dealing with an actual, factual, absolute
Artist who raps, sings, act and produce, I got the juice
No need

whole snippet
Lemme finish
Got them checks on my feet
Living blessed easily
Lately i've been feelin' can't no other artist compete
I get the bag like i

Keep your eyes on me
Keep your eyes on me
Keep your eyes on me
Keep your eyes on me

S-W-I-F-T

One week in Jersey City, yeah, shit was tough

as a team
Buildin' our careers, we be chasing the dream
We a brand name, better than Supreme
Racking W's, buildin' self-esteem
Me and the boys, rise

upcoming artist
Wanting to retire
Cuz when I
Pull up pull up
I coming from the unknown
But when I step into the stage
I'm about to make it my own
They be

Verse 1
Never been a hider survivor it all came wit it
The warrior inside me is rooted up in tradition
My Father raised a soldier w morals an lucid

keep that ass in there w no prob
That's more pressure than I need
So please don't tweet I know you go hard
It's to stressful then I speed 
And plus

self care
Every W healing
You see Dat boy Vinch be wheeling
Get out your feelings
Move on your logic
Or be greeted by an artist half rapper Half gothic
I

doubt about why and w no resentment,
Time to take it more serious,
Drew this from my experience,
Clearly it’s just the start,
So the finish line’s not

of art like a stolen artifact, in the us
Slave for jewelry how artist act, who guess
I  have no script
This a vacation I'm tripping out like a psychedelic

There's been a fire on main street
My bad I was playing my own music
Don't call me a rapper cuz I might lose it
I am an artist, please don't confuse

Messy hair don’t care
U make original designs well, okay where
I got 10 to 20 artists that I can compare Ur shit to,
But I could do that with me too

viewin it on youtube
Digital to Bluetooth, I see why that confuse you
This day and age, shit it's hard to tell who's who
So many artists, every week you

(Hell no!!)
Started to go against them 
Looked for motivation  
Looked back on legends And underground artist 
I lacked motivation 
But that taught me

could capture hearts w cha light that's beaming
Slow down (shh) shut up
Boy u got the skills that appeal" that's what up
I been making waves drip drip

both ways im an artist
I don't like her unless she the baddest
Out serving packs to the feins
I swear this shit nah it ain't what it seems
Breaking her

rhymes
Make an artist sound fire like they in they prime.. uh

Raw papers w/ the fronto in it
Now and later with the loud rocking Bordo 7's
I've been known

never heard of us 
We first class
You still getting coached 
That's no concern to us
Nowadays these artist don't make sense
Everybody got two faces 
Dark

like, W.E.B. Dubois and Marcus Garvey
Takin' us to Africa like Chancellor Williams Chandler Owens
Master Muhammad the honorable Elijah Muhammed Louis

up
This ain't no competition no W's if you dissing us
Tried to wife a bitch but ain't happening cuz I'm missing trust
She lying saying she ain't want