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Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

now
We similar not the same
Royal mind frame bow
The young God Move like the rabbi in the synagogue
I'm screaming lifetime He spitting minute talk
Spear

play pretend
10 thousand dollar camera with a dirty lense
Always had the juice
Proof I don't need a cleanse
Lil bro on my left, stood right by me for

and grind today
People that lurkin' they silent hate
I know I ain't gettin' signed today
The second I do, they bring on the praise
Like it knew you'd be great

shit to do
Turn the camera on, baby
I just turned forty-two minus sixteen
Imma make a big scene
Something like a movie, yeah
Put me on the big screen, ah

I hate to see you gone
But i know your at peace
Shedding these painful tears
Looking down to see your peers
I know sometimes i didn't really

and Queens, I need you to lend me your two ears
Right your wrongs, wrong or right, I need two beers
Scared my demons away, I ain't got no fears
The race is not

SECONDS YOU KNOW YOUR LEFT ALONE...

A SCAR IS MY BADGE
WHAT DOES IT TAKE
TO FIGHT A FAKE?
CURIOSITY IS ONLY THE FAME....

I CHANNEL MY AFFECTION TO HATE

to rise to the apex
of the matrix by grade matric your mind's totally blind to the basics qualified to shape shift after secondary learning second degree

By next week you'll 
All have forgotten me 
Two minute revolutions 
Make yourselves feel great
I'll fucking kill myself 
Before I say sorry 

You'll

Left the block barely two minutes
Still I check my phone
I wash my hands with the water
But my unc' won't leave me alone
I call my fiend auntie
She

Welcome to the trilogy of death. When you die, these lyrics die with you.
And they will be the only words you will be remembered by.
I've reached

saying that we even I ain’t see the odds yet
More cash more cash more people in my ass
Niggaz hate how great but respect what I create
Walk thru thumbing

I can't rewind
I hate your life
The hands wont stop
My fear is on the clock
My fear is on the clock
My hands wont stop
My hands wont stop
No, my fear

this bitch, no Nintendos And everyone is equipped with a extendo
You a player but you trippin' bout a bitch bro I got aim but I hate when I miss though

Yesterday, I was ridin' down the highway
The bull rollin' on the low low
I'm on the run, and my rearview
Pulled over by the po po
And I don't know

You clear the storm in my mind
You bring me back to life
You bring me back to life
(One, two,  three, let's go)

Up at night
Thoughts in my mind,

under this roof (ahh) Ten shades of Mosaic, hallucinations, climbed straight up out the basement I breathe out. Like this road still passing us by but for

them in their
Bruised-seeping abdomen's in a jar one by

(Have you seen them? Have
You seen them around?
I've heard them whispering in the
Dark somewhere

for the weak and that's why I never Zzz
So one-two-three see I'm counting to the fortnight
Five more seconds and I'm taking out your six lights
Seven

Generating machinations
Imaginations be vacillatin
Fascinating how I decapitate
All the cap and hate
Tracks in play by eight
Everyday that's how I operate

say I lie you say I'm capping
Knew I should've seen it coming people stay too tame for trapping
See me zooming at 130 41 two lanes I'm tapping
Attacking

I want that view by the sea
Follow me we can take a walk
Air Bnb what's the fee?
Oh no this my spot
If I gotta leave
Got that Tesla in the Parking

leave with a child for two fuckin' seconds
They don't tell you that in they raps
Don't tell me that's the past
I live in the past jack
It ain't even