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Chorus:

Sight beyond sight
Recognize as multifaceted realities reflect the light, worldwide
(repeat)

Verse 1:

(Page One)
Six thousand years

I got all
the gimmicks make sure I'm lookin' right 
See four feet tall, seven years old when I'm downo
n the mic I'm a sister-not-to-be-sold 
So much

to singles bars
Single is that what you think, Tramp I'm taking your dad
Oh he died about 7 years back now aint that just to bad
Well thats how we like them,

aspects of life?

Reporter #7: [Spoken]
Will you be defending your title next year in
Bangkok?

Anatoly: [Spoken]
Walter, you bastard, you never told me you

for seven years without a break

Fortunes were made and lost and made again

And the chatter on the city street echoed their fame

Well now, some say it

on since 2011 
Spent me like 7 damn years 
To get out with my message
Im my worst skeptic
A perfectionist professors ain't having
No time invested In classes

at me 
But an eight ball a day keeps the doctor in my way and I can barely see 
I'm known as a six-year-old living inside of a grown man 
and I'm so high

it all goes
But it takes it til the end, final countdown
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Boom boom, blowin up, blowin up is the outcome

[Chorus 2X]
I've

projekt
Walczę co sił by zostać tu na dłużej gdy oni obrócą się w pył

W tym sezonie numer jeden Rookie of the Year
Czuję nosem że w oddali czeka mnie
Już

I'mma misfit

Catch a wave
I just took an edible I'm tryna catch a wave
I like being by myself, don't want you in my face
I ain't fuckin with your energy

and the pain, at no cost, through gains
Cause I just wanna see my niggas win
I just wanna see my niggas, uhh
Lil bro I know its hard 7 years and now a break up

year I really tapped into my audience
You won't be asked to pay respect
If you cannot afford it
See, if the fruit's of my
Labour's to rap every morning
I

dreams in a photo
07 14 that's my timeframe
Seven years under your watch
Then my time came
Like a clock on my wrist ticking bigger times
Visions of life

last year mid-April
4 got rap money, I'm no longer robbin'
Niggas should be thankful
Uh, catch me kickin' it with
Pharmacists and street bankers
Got them

I don't do this shit for you
Do this shit for me
And I'm sick of being used
No more shit for free

Man I live inside a booth 20 years a week
That's

a voice, He gave no choice he said
"Now don't you move"
Hands high if you innocent then stand
By but it's against the
Law to film what I do so don't you

twice a year
The crowds will cheer, gripper feature
Beat the track into a fetal positions
Send a kite through the mic
To my people in prison
We have

again
It's been weeks, seven years now
I've been taking all these drugs
Tryna fuck the pain now but I
I can't feel them right now (Woah)
Get me a little

counting on you
so let the candle burn away

not a saint or a sinner
but I've learned through the years
that it only hurts
when you're controlled by your

brothers deserve it / no doubting that
25 years they survived the trap
24/7 I'm working / running out of breath
Sleep my emotions
Hard to imagine im putting

many
I'm clueless
I'm just a vessel that he using
I'm just bones and skin decomposing
On the hour, by the hour
Fruit spoiled, mouth sour
Had supper with

and we good baby, oh oh
Back when we first started it was off the top
Around the same cash money would baller block
Rookie of year then but now you know I

slave
Relying on lies to make our minds feel safe
Like life after death, this reality a real waste
Knees weak kneel 24/7 to get to heavens gate
Demons

line, its like 2 or 3
Hoping she can get through to me
And this shit was all a dream
But naw I ain't get no sleep (nahh)
I hussle seven days