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How you sposed to live life as an instrumental if everybody's a rapper/

everybody is shooting and everything's a disaster/

I've been brought up and taught that we were masters/

But once I looked around I saw everybody's an actor/

Not everybody's a factor/

You could die today and it wouldn't even matter/

I'm just trynna live mine like an acrobat and flip it/

The ice cream man and dip it, a waiter, now tip it/

Yea, getting money and spending it/

Or getting money and saving it it all depends on if/

I wanna show off like half of these lame lyricists/

Or let my lines talk for themselves be like ventriloquists/

pulling strings for these dummy rappers/

I'm getting goosebumps from plotting these fucking chapters/

my story ain't a joke I guarentee you it's non fiction/

I'm painting pictures for non listeners, you see the vision/

While you snapping pics on Instagram I'm rappin hits on instrumentals/

I'm the best you niggas is just coincidental/

It's all mental, I'm glad that I'm in my zone/

Cuz if I wasn't feeling myself then I'd be homeless/

Cuz really what's the difference of/

niggas talking to themselves in beat up baggy clothes/

And niggas talking to themselves in a brand new Range Rover/

Besides the cost of that Range Rover (heh)/

Yo, I'm just so content/

That I could give a damn about a different continent/

I ain't going to Ibiza just to pop a pill you crazy/

I just call it chillin, some people call it lazy/

I was just in DR and I ain't trynna brag/

I'm just sayin everybody goes on vacation/

Uh J-RoD amazin/

Look me in my eyes and tell me this ain't grade A shit/