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I design these sick rhymes to help myself incline

Sitting around in an empty apartment wasting time

Pray to god every night that I'll turn out alright

Born in the wrong time I came to get what's mine

Subjecting syllables to death like its a crime

Artists vision open up my futures sublime

I was a small kid in a big city tryna get by

Long nights with my backpack making cracks at whos more whack

Blackjack with hookers in the back with half a stack

I'm lost but I know where you're going

Lemme draw u a map

Been making chitchat at the trap till the Arabs drove bush whack

Can't imagine my life without rap

Kidnap the soundtrack and leave its ass in burlap at your doormat

Second class citizen with a handicap

I'm always on the corner like a taxicab

Selling dope to crack addicts its whack all the shit that I've seen

Been a real g since I was thirteen

Woke up everyday routine and sold some Molly off as protein

Dirty sprite in my cup mixed with codeine

Sippin this shit like the old me

But I'm tripping now I got cold feet

All I need is a bold beat

Exceed the elite bought myself a receipt