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(Chorus)- (Aint finished I'm just beginning Broke cause I've been spending

My time blocking u out I'm talking about correcting my lines U mocking my

flow Rocking the boat Career written on all dis paper Up and down escalator )

 

Got my notepad in my backpack Gonna post

that on snap chat Just to brag to the fags that told me I had no chance Well Ha

Ha U tryin to hold hands This aint no slow dance So back off U tryin to pole

dance on my back So I cut u some slack U a'int no rap gods

U don't got the key to hip hop Just pick locks Gonna get caught picking the

bitch Now u ticked off I may not be at the tiptop Just pissed off U keep talking

shit Tick Tock Tick Tock Ima bomb about to blow But try to keep control I sit

calm Its my opinion Everything has a limit You've pushed me way passed it

Look at me like Im trippin

Not sayin Ima king but it flows thru my genes

Got a notebook or 3 100 sheets each Lyrics on everything Notepads to

receipts But it isn't just me Initials K V

Haters look up to you Ive had enough of u Im done with u Two words Fuck-

Uh - You I need a puff or two Just bluffin foo You're impossible Raps filled with

obstacles Im on a roll Its impossible?

More impossible than doin a kick flip on a rip stick Im sick of ya shit U cant

do that I can If ima clown Then wheres my lipstick Im sticking with this U can

just kiss my ass 'Member when u would always talk shit I try to leave it in the

pass U chicken a cock Im twisted in a knot Never listen just start Dissin my art

 

You're pissin me off You like piss in a pot I sit in the dark Kickin the carpet

You missin tha picture Pic in my pocket Fixin my lyrics I might need a socket

wrench I sit on the bench listen to Tupac and

What is that stench just you talking shit Want you`re first lesson Stop talking

and sit Don't me rage go on a rampage Only 1 student stayed But you still got

you're hand raised if you cant pay You cant stay I say get out my class you're

slowin me down I cant wait Time passes by fast I change my man cave into my

office Tossin these wads

Costin me hard work I'm concerned of my life choices These high voices

swimming thru my body like poison Im toyin with these 9 coins I more and I'm

goin to have a dime Its about time I join ya other artists And Its retarded They

say that I don't got it But never hear my lyrics Too many mirrors But I still forget

my appearance Fearin failure But I'm still here steerin my way to the top Top

of the top Peerin at my peers at the bottom Come back in a year Im stuck in the

middle Fiddle with my future career

 

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Look in the mirror All I see is a teen starin at me in a hoodie Y`all looking at me

crazy Is this a dream Could be But tis aint no happily ever after We're never on

the same page Im always ahead five chapters My notebooks like a

chapter book just words You must be a visual learner Well sorry there's no

pictures

Not sayin this song is perfect Im always fixin it My songbook never ends It is

infinite You're the bottle that I'm pissin in One special finger and Im stickin it out

It should only take you two words for you to figure out Ive learned to tune you

out These words that I am spittin out Ya missin out on what Im layin down And

Im missin doubt Im kickin out all you cowards that doubted me You wanna

listen now You start a rap battle but chicken out When I come back with a

comeback You're as big as a thumbtack Here`s a fun fact Im da bomb Better

jump back I gotta unpack

My bad you stop me if I get too cocky Am I hogging the spot Want me to stop

drop and roll Stop talking Im sorry Am I talking a lot You're socking the clock

Trying to stop time Counter clockwise Well you can scratch that Got a laptop

in my backpack Call me Hancock Cause' Im so fly Raps on Rap Pad

Check out my profile Lived a cold life in the old times Because in my own

time when I wrote lines all u lowlifes said don't try Whatcha think I did go cry

My expression No sign Just a blank face All alone in this blank space

This might sound cocky But raps my crown So make way I found a hobby

Where I can probably make bank Gotta great way to maintain my music All

u lame hate-ers losin Quiet down now Its my time now No more stress I'm

cruisin

I aint just a rapper Ya hearing this Ima magician turn fear into furious

Don't know I'm serious I remember when I was a little kid a lil tike

Curious into watching them music vids I got introduced to rap at a young age

And I done made a fun way to release my stress I must say

Career written on all this paper Up and down escalator