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Verse 1:
What I’m here to tell is the truth
Nothing but the fuckin truth
Let this music consume me
Let me go back to it’s fuckin roots
Working hard to get to the top
Let me bear its fuckin fruits
Wait I’m having seconds thoughts
Looking at these fuckin feuds
These emcees act like fuckin babies
Rappin bout bitches money and weed
Driving a Mercedes
It’s crazy if maybe Mackaveli was alive
It ain’t a surprise that it would’ve been a blessing in disguise
I’ve been advised to shut my mouth
Cuz I’m right in the middle of the fine line
Racism is contagious like rabies
Pacs offspring next to Kendrick, Me
Might be able to change this
Game. Fuck the Fame
Listen to today’s music
It’s so fuckin useless
Everyone can rap
Thanks to these engineers
Making a mil being whack
Thanks to these record deals
That music so appealing
Clubs banging that shit 24/7
You love its feeling
Yeah I know, the beat was fuckin great
But Have you ever been able to relate
To the shit that they be sayin?
I guess not cuz I’ve been struggling
To do the same
Verse 2:
It’s time for second verse
I hope I can match it with the first
I feel like I’m the only one
Doing this for fun
Fuck the money fuck the glory
Doing this solely to avoid witnessing these phonies
Getting recognized as the prized possessions of this generation
I don’t owe a fuckin explanation for this ruthless aggression
My intervention is the only valid option
Defying odds just like Magic Johnson is with HIV
I’m a musician and a fighter just like Muhammad Ali
Listening to yall shit, I’m past it
It made me fuckin realize
What am I lacking?
It feels like I’m strapped in and rapping
Through a roller coaster ride of all these people attacking me and calling me a fuckin wannabe. Atleast I wanna be like the realest emcees in this geography
I ought to be on the biggest stage
I gotta be. To save this game
You gotta fuckin believe in this wannabe
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