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while you write fast to make money & keep up with the fame,

i stay in my lane and underneath me lies defeat

which i dont ever plan to meet, only meetings are

discreet, quick in and out, you want extra lettuce

throw some extra bread show me whatchu about,

homies out in the 4 0 with b l o Dubs making dough

i still get it time to time i dont really want it like

they think i do, once they get a hold of you it becomes

uncontrollable, so i scheme and plot on how to make it

out unsigned but the freshest stock on the shelf, a few

friends offering help and hand to reach out to when im

down on myself, how many more times can i be down and out

not too many days i say the rain is passing over me calm and

nervous i remain hopeful that i have a sort notoriety that

clings to me when i go out and about which aint too often

i be all up in the house, smoking L's thinking back to something else

you want soul and love, you met ya match, cause its what im all about

karma's a bitch mines been so far no drowning in the murky water

they have found me, alligators at my feet tasty meat, sorta like chicken

play chicken too long end up fried, digested and gone,

but me i lyrically i feel as though not to do no one wrong

but spit how i feel my mind and the progress that im headed

towards, aint nobody gonna stop me imma hard working boy,

they hate me to my face i take it with no discord

i move foward with thoughts to mentally destroy any one

coming at me like they was Floyd, float like a butterfly

sting like a bee i go Muhammad Ali, and RIP