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of perception is fuckin' embarrassin' homie (Pfft)
Judgin' a book by the cover
Till they go check out the melody homie
Like listen ch-ch-ch-ch-check (1

Its Gas on the track
Watch ya homie put a light to it
Aye
Aye
All I want to do
Is do Hoodrat things with my Friends
Aye what that mean?
We chase

powered by hate until I'm out of it
No light in my life, we suffer from the power outages
But that's just how it is, hopefully, a better future now begins

paid me shit I keep them hoes 
incentivized 
Talk that wavey sine yo pitty on the runny kine 
Life is beats and the rhymes I be wit my tribe 
On some

you go and learn about it
Minding my own business do not hit me up
I don't do response so in the future if you haven't heard from me
Baby please allow

blurry so you’ll never call me four eyed
And no I’m still not lucrative with this
But truly beginning to seem like
If I’ve moved in position
By using my

the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push

You demonstrate, what it means today to keep the faith & fight the hate   
I have to say I'm so impressed you beat the challenge took on the stress
Many

or die
Cause we ain't got time to stand by,
I've been calling out for help

Cause I truly just hate myself
So the love that you gon' give me might improve

We in the studio, doing the last track and S**t, Yeah!

I really got it, I really got it
And when it comes to the music, man
I do it, there's no

I'm shaq
Imma pop at ya team for I diss on a track
NIGHT TIME RIGHT TIME send em right to reaper
Bro stole a soul Off my LIST He can keep it
I Can Not

What the fuck makes a nigga
Want to have a relationship
When I could have a Caucasian, Spanish
Or Asian chick
Nigga you could run but the lights'll beat

I did a couple, they don't really know me though
Right by the Poconos 
My niggas overdose
It's hard to fight when your life is a rope-a-dope
My throat

and destroying these beats like I planted B
Shoot for the moon, superstar, that's what I plan to be
I can spot the jealousy in your face and it's sad to see
I been

game
And rap on beats by Bobby Digital, whether its literal
Or metaphors, I had material for all y'all pitiful

Lyrical - the rappers in the cyphers cuz

you know I rep the city well
Don't skate, But I slide off like a mini rail
Silky smooth beats, but the flow so gritty
Still won't talk greasy grand slam

pull, which overpowers the pushback

Fresher than Glade, so I never could fade
Like Guinness, never finished; every day, records are made

Beats iller

try to track me  ill be back see — my life feels like i have no control just stuck in the back seat — but i know ill never make it even if I write 100

'm touring make some extra cream
But the experience was priceless
They get me keen and now I'm driven by a
Force that's impossible to visualise
I'm driven like

I'm gettin more
And they don't know we got blickys holdin' mags

And that fire hold fifty, let me touch 'em, no titties
Thinkin' I should pass by

I'm not someone you can beat
I even work in my sleep

Work in my my sleep I'm polluting and planning
This is my house you better get packing
All of my

My friends number
They called that drunk one eish
These limited choices
Will keep me voiceless
Depressed by weak cheques
Stressed by finance
Club

to the future, I won't be a savage
I been rappin', and now I just look for a challenge

A lot on my mind, that should never have happened
I been through a lot in

Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead