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Verse 1]
Tell em I'm back and I'm better then ever
The game falling apart, who going put it back together?
Oh That's me, And I do this highly, execute it nicely
Ain't nobody that can do this like me
I conversated with mom, she said don't act surprise
You've always had this talent, it's just poorly disguised
I feel you got the loudest voice
But it's been synchronized
To the rest of the crowd, that's trying to also shout loud
But baby I'm proud, of what you doing,
keep working that craft
keep perusing, better things, and new mentalities
but don't get so caught up in dreams and neglect reality
Momma, I can't change, that's part of my personality
Always dream big, but never think small
The more I get in this craft, I get deeper
But it's hard when your people ahead you gotta keep up
But whatever you do, don't sleep, uh
 
[Hook]
Highly Qualified
Decadence Flow, to make me feel Immortalized,
I got plenty of more, that you'll hear in due time
But for now I try to keep it baseline
 
 
 
[Verse 2]
And these verses ain't made for the radio, hope you still play me tho
And you can keep yo trap at a ratio
As long as you come back to the this, that inspirational
Even if you hate me tho, my music will always be available
I'm only as great as my idols
May they never be my rivals
But with verses like this, I'll probably meet them on TIDAL,
And y'all should catch the wave, while y'all still can,
You see we drifting on sea and you still on dry land
What I see is that I'm the most highly, deprecated, innovative,
And in perfect timing
Where you ain't no longer gotta be skilled at rhyming, or writing
As long as you grinding
Or so to say, they think they taking over, but they ain't sure to stay
I got a flow that's sure to stay
And I ain't throwing shade
I just overshadow these rappers
And make their shadows cast away
Uh, young Cassius Clay
 
 
[Hook]
Highly Qualified
Decadence Flow, to make me feel Immortalized,
I got plenty of more, that you'll hear in due time
But for now I try to keep it baseline
 
 
[Verse 3]
Ironically, it's never enough, though my songs are fulfilling
My flows pre-meditated, so you'll never catch me slipping
Or catch me tripping, you'll always catch me spitting
Without me y'all know the real was missing, too fake to admit
Who you kidding, if not me who else going lead these children
They need someone to look up to
And I'm high as hell
And Only time will tell
And I'm only 17, I got time to excel
Going be doing numbers like Adele
So how many tracks a nigga gotta sell
To show he about it, ain't no reason to doubt it
Any artist swear to fail, bet I'll rebound it
Cause It's prominent that I become dominant
And dominate your state, matter of fact your whole continent

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BrysonCole
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