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straight to the top
See me walk by and you're starting to drop
Drop a new project and all of them drop
And now I be looking like I will not stop (I cannot

ever watching tv to project myself
Full brightness, zero contrast
A chaser that doesn't chase out of fear of a tangy aftertaste
I drink and I drink til

the hiccups
Pigeon coupe full of birds they like "stop you finna flip us"
That's ironic cause when we get to the crib
Y'all getting hit up, getting fucked
I

the government everybody just dey hustle men

Project monologues from the pits of the synagogue
We been at odds while y’all ignore the pedagogue
Mere mortals in

And Ion do It for promo
Every move I make 
I try to learn on my own so
I can be aware of every project I'm on hoe
You like the way I rap 
Wait till u see me

But I'll still numb you
I'm not full of chemicals
I'm pure from Columbia
See all those dope heads?
Yes, that whole crowd is mine
I'll get you high, I'll

With salvation songs.

1 I'm thanking You, God, from a full heart,
    I'm writing the book on Your wonders.

2 I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for

top Nick
Her neck like Ostrich she give knowledge
I don't cross her like chopsticks
Don't fall for the optics watch the clock tick
2AM and we pop shit
I

project from me
My path trajectory in rap has steadily increased
Like flags in Tennessee my circle's full of stars
Surround myself with these most talented

autotune, yuh yuh
Cruisin' the scene, my Honda's now a coffin too, yuh yuh
Callin' me Jeffrey Dahmer, I'll cut your heart in two, yuh yuh
Just quit trying

to success cause I was made to prosper
My little project prima donna made my roster proper
They told me life is full of test but they don't give you proctors
I

nobody cheering
Look
I got 24 projects
All recorded in a closet
Been in rooms with many snakes
Conversations full of promise
I kicked in the door
Made my

but eventually own
I could tell you just a sentence
And with my two-cents, what was off could be set to be on
I'm set to beyond
I grind off the clock

Bring the heat no matches
Tray full of your ashes
Every beat got to kill them all
Nigga one by one in all batches
Hear me in the background screaming

just took a stab in the dark cut a silhouette repeatedly
This the only thing that I've ever known how to do
This is what I bring like Pacquiao round 2
It

might get duppy
I swear I'm tryna turn man duppy
I been on the roads with the Madam
Doing up fuckery
Now mans just staying in school
Paid in full I ain’t

heavy statements
My generation, didn’t provide it in they statements
Rather divide each other by they pigmentation
They walk past the top spot often like

project
Full of regret, buried in debt, no wonder no one'll give you respect
No matter how many lyrics you flex, it's a reality you should accept
And you

wasn't looking For the consequence but now I Have 2 more cents and I'm ready To vent because this ain't no Normal shit 
No my words aren't myth 
I grew up

to part 2 of window pain
Ecstatic I realized I niched a lane
Freehand a project I shifted range
Wrote wit no beats just to pick my brain
Early Glimpse of my

tell them
Welcome to the project part two this is Manhattan

know, when we get together we're always grooving
To You Know I'm No Good by Amy and you prove it
That, "hello," was just an introduction to those two lips

yet still we are one

If I can't be what can only be
Cuz you won't see that which you chose for me
Then I will be what you project on me
There's only 2

from 2 AM
Till the morning, it was hell

I had to get high, but not by medication
But meditation. I was levitating
LET ME FLY, let me soar
I can feel it