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Mafia for life
Niggas I'm finna sign myself, finna sign my niggas
Really put my niggas and the city on my back in this shit
Like
I'm really a new artist

It is his royal highness in his flyness
The chocolate wonder
Producer extraordinary
Artist of the year 2000 and forever
Jesse jagz je je je jesse

surprised feelings on the rise
Looking through the surface without effort I’ve been through some times
Asked her if she listens to The Weeknd didn’t speak

intact that I can grow and laugh without movin' my nose or mouth
I'm someone no-one knows about
Until my flows get out from the underground
I try to keep

to get knocked out
You must be ready to leave the world without a doubt
When money rules and no hand outs
Its only grinding to the top where hustling never

my life back, i’m not doing it for a image
Im a legend in the making my accolades are in exhibit 
Niggas smell fear, and they kill without no limits

and I had enough
You want truth? Well here's what's up
Don't be pushing me to my limits, you've certainly pressed your luck
Don't give up, I'm saying your

shoes on
Do businesses without the suit on
You bread crumbs and I'm the croutons
Hold on wait
Take my chances to roll the dice so they side betting
All

noddin off dis drank dat shi be so exotic (im gone)
Sometimes i I can't risk it I can't leave without it
Stuff da extra in da briefcase
N save some cheese

Write my sacrifices
Couple missed occasions said they'll be ok without me
I got mounds to move
Some acting like I got miles to cruise
I got miles to go
I

heartless
Kill your whole team, now you just a independent artist
So tell me who’s pretending
You ain’t got no bars so this coke on the table got my attention

if it ain't showing
Upstream we rowing
Regardless
I'm trying to be the hardest
Working artist
Trying to be the smartest
Getting lyrical
Gone get me

at the stroke of my pencil
Chasing songs on the radio with cassettes
Without the airwaves, no me, I owe a debt
Back when Moms wasn't having all the cursing

me on social media forums
Guess I'm an awkwardly artist that hardly fits in your orbit
Can't appreciate art if you can't interpret the portrait, I'm

made it Home
Share a floor with ya brother That's a project bed
I Grow up without a daddy Cause they shot him dead
Hug a stranger that's my sister sit

with me
Look what you started I been heartless
This what it is when you fuck with a artist
For all the love I'm scarred you get an award for playing your

the Heights moving D'D
My mack tight, listen and you'll hear
Sweet talking in sounds, flava in ya ear
Doing this shit without breaking a sweat
Was moving packs

would I need these 100K cars
When me and my fellow artists are making unheard bars
I'm a Crazy Rich Asian without the middle name
With little fame I have,

on that's a case close
I think I love this bitch
Yeah, she do whatever I say so
If I step 9 times outta 10
My brothers come without a say so
I know I said 9

this for the music of course
And for you and for me I wouldn't be here without it
That's the reason I'm still throwing words like a Spelling Bee I'm

whoever
Think I need a change, new weather
No cheese for these bitches, big cheddar
No effort, trend setter
Clear head, ain't no limit (no)
I'ma be shit,

the meaning 
Is it guiding or is it deceiving
Does it damage you or is it healing 
Is it scary or appealing 
With a limit or with no ceiling 
Is the life that

on my mind while I'm working

Check these verses immersing in art, an artist emerging
Enough of rehearsing, It's time to get busy

I'm not the same person

My direction
Christ, I'm still
Reppin' it
Regardless
Gotta spark it
Opposite of darkness
Starving
One of the
Hardest artists
In the market
Enemy's