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[Verse 1]

These bitches so goddamn ungrateful.

Every word these other rappers spit gotta be hateful

Sayin' they got killers on payroll

These bars that I spit always Fatal.

When I spit, I make grenades blow.

Just tryin' to wake up lookin' for a better tomorrow

You stay mad, you stay throwin' shade though

I murder this beat like I'm Scorpion.

And flip channels on nigga's like Nickelodeon

That whip that you always Be dreaming of?

That is the shit we be sporting In.

We leave 'em faceless like a mannequin

I think of my life as metaphor.

The more that the I live,

I stay wanting more.

Fuck the line that separates the rich from the poor

People change, money don't.

I always dream big, keep talking small.

You find my flow overflowing like a waterfall

The flow heavy, when i'm writing with the pen,

Keep the wrist steady

I can make it sound it poetic

If you really let me.

They talk shit, they still fall.

They was hatin' on me, now they

Wanna call.

Sometimes you can be your own Enemy.

Be yourself, Don't lose you're identity

You can either be with angelic or demonic affinity

I'm still on my way to my legacy.

God was the one who protected me.

People take this mastery for flattery

[Chorus]

Silence is the most powerful scream, But no one can hear it

Sometime's we let things go after we endear it

We were born to be real, not perfect

There is no such thing as perfection, everything's incorrect X 2

[Verse 2]

I only try to strive for the better things.

For the type of life of them other bitches couldn't see.

Because they was too busy hatin' on me

The white man was too busy discriminating

More christian's converting to Atheistic ways

The government discriminating people because their gay

Cant be popular in school unless you wearing a pair of new J's

Cant be popular unless you got new gadget's nowadays

So You can ball like a king,

Or you could hustle like a queen,

But you still just a dreamer like me.

I thought i was poor with my shoes till i seen a man with no feet

Don't get it wrong, I grew up on the streets

Mom did what she could to feed me

But I was a liar, nobody believed me

Everybody called me a wannabe

And Meek Mill gettin' bodied by a nigga who sing

And I'm getting bodied by a nigga who swing

When you grow up, You can be anything

Nigga's say they want a girl who faithful

It's like they pick up a diamond ring

And put it back for a wooden table