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Niggas cant fucc wit' my anecdotes.
Leave 'em takin' notes while im thinkin' that its a joke.
Positive thinkin' got me where im suppose to go
And now hoes surround me like I got the dough.
Fashionably climbing, watch me designer,
subtract and add some commas..
Priceless expressions on my rivals faces,
witness me in spaces where stars align together
creating nothin' but sacred, inspiring music
since we was all up in the basement.
Its funny 'cause i remember tastin' the limelight
after I copped my first rhyme.
I was about 9, fam' sayin' i was gon' shine
until they noticed that I was more focused on sellin' dimes.
Thats when all the shit fell, fragrance smells and crispy bills led me goin' to jail
but threw all of it i was taught well 'cause even counseling didnt help.
Still shit ended up goin' sideways and these days all you see is
complaints, fakes, shades and mistakes but just wait
'cause in a moment ima' be takin' takes, livin' great, poppin' champagne
in different citys and states and nah'
I cant fake 'cause if I did itd just remind me of my father..
Hard worker but never put value in anything that bothered.
Look at your daughter, she dont even call you her father.
Feel like everybodys depending on me to give 'em wat they need,
This is my dream so why the fucc should I proceed to feed after my deed is done,
The illest is yet to come, leave gums numb after they practiced spittin' dumb
while im figurin' out the sums of my 7 digits.
To find my mind might need forensics,
stitch niggas who snitchin',
put 'em in ditches to wake up disoriented.
There aint no limit, I do this without a gimmick, so wheres the spinach.?
Shiit, Should be clockin' at any minute and I aint even finished..
Hit the dutch little cough,
Assaulted thoughts sought a vault full of costs so I tossed on these talks
Just to keep flossin', these women malt men.
Leave me dry like cotton and koston couldnt even fucc wit' my grind,
they all lyin', now its time to finally change wat became enslaved by the useless corrupted slang.
Lyrically could be reefer that got me speaking,
blinded by wat im seein' and losing patience but I aint gon' stop believin'
'cause even before the 14 i was on rappahanock servin' hash to alcoholics
All the way up to harley harmon.
Got to keep it a hunnid,
Fucc wit' my assumptions.
Yall niggas are somethin' but literally good for nothin'.
Not even stuntin, or frontin' 'cause the only thing that was put on my back were knives
And close friends threw loose ends nigga.
Greater but never less than.
So this my word, learn the knowledge and observe fam'.