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Nimbus you saying that's super killed that I'm staying true to the shit by displaying proof I'm equipped for this
Uh, big difference between quickness

for generations to come
 
They gone bite down just to fit proper,, I'd rather be standing alone 
Been shit on and stole from by artist’s way bigger than

question
Henny, tequila to flex (okay)
Few shots of the Henny I'm tipsy, I'm shmizzy
This shit got me textin' my ex (goddamn)

Smacked by 10:45
Got

to damage
And sabotage you embarrassed
Your whole career is a scam
It's all just smoke and some mirrors
You don't even write your own lyrics
You still at home

vision's been clouded by all of the smoke
My own worst enemy's the inner me
Tryna break free
Like I'm Spiderman in the black suit
Venom in my veins and my

of the rapturing
So when you factor in, everything else, it speaks for itself by answering,
Any question you have and challenging any opposing views at a rate that's

wanna have it all
I got what I need, do it for the family
Everybody doubts, we done did it by ourselves
We don't need nobody else

I done tried keeping

right now

From the southern, sweaty brothers
Lyrics go harder than any other
Wet the gutters, heavy thunder
When I step out, they already runnin'!
Bought

And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench

mile a track whoever drives the hearse
That's when I go out and say by to earth
You need not only your feet to climb but hands
And upward corporate

the tracks their trains are wrecked with me

I simply live for the rhythm
Spittin' it I'm killin' the lyrics
Givin' it up ceasin' the scrimmage
City kid up lit

the city?
Bro you killin' me
Young nigga with the mind of man so ain't no kid in me
Bro you got to be kiddin' me
You can tell this is my destiny by the way

the beat drops
Watch what I got

Underrated, never to another rapper My style you can relate with
I make my own beats
I write my own lyrics
I don't use

to be enslaved
By the emotions in mind
I fear I may not make it in life
Fear I may not make it by twenty five
Be as big as those I idolize
But fear has

All saying the worlds watching quoting our lyrics
The Royal News, Podcasts, The BBC
Scotland Times, Army news, what a week
Interviews by the dozen

INCONSISTENT

I'M SPIRITUAL WITHOUT SPIRITS
EMPIRICAL WITH THE LYRICS

ORIGINAL, NOT GENERIC
MY TIME, I COULD HARDLY SPARE IT

MUSIC IS ESOTERIC
COULD USE IT

Yea, Brando
Just close your eyes, and breathe it all in
Yeah, look
From them Army gated communities,
Defeated by the world, I was thinking that it

Insistent prescription without religious revision
Night vision zone where'd the beat go
Zone zone zone you there zone

We get real big by reading the bible

or probably dead
But I'm still alive, looking for a meaning
I'm sad, I'm depressed, I'm happy then I'm great
I'm twenty, will I be good by thirty?
Will I keep

me
Sometimes I can't take, yeah I get frustrated
I write down my lyrics then suddenly hate 'em
Been waking up feeling like I'll never make it
By pacing

Building up these pyramid lyrics 
I'm talkin' brick by brick 
So its imperative 
That I get the fuck outta this place
As you can see 
I'm prepared to doin'

Foreign, I'm not of this earth
Amen, I'm not saved by works
Common, too many people in a hearse
Torment to some that may be a curse
Foreign to me, it's

blinded by the dark I raise hell till the day I see the light
Wishing eloquent rhymes would counter venomous strikes
I'm sipping Henny with sprite
Hoping

along with the program
Make these beats, rap these lyrics, take these streets to a new level
Have the police and media worry about the new rebel
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