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[Verse 1]
Yo fuck the pro tools
Never gave a fuck what the pro’s do
Approach you, without a studio
I been raw with the produce
Still profuse with the quality
My rhymes been in depth yet in debt from frivolity
Cause, to be honest my persona been serious
But if this ain’t a hobby I’d probably be delirious
Possibly my appearance is obsolete in they experience
Got prophecies in my finger tips, and honestly this the realest shit
You hear it then you feelin this, super fucking lyricist
But there’s too many rappers and it don’t matter what the lyrics is
I got gifted unlimited raps up in my cranium
I chamber em all up in the back of my titanium
And, lead shower from my pencil, t’show my verse gritty
But I’m vexed cuz its raining years in my first city (Gaza)
So I’m in turmoil but I tell you how I feel
I don’t need a fucking deal, homie I just keep it real
[Verse 2]
Getting high with the brothers, they roll a blunt up
Been working since the sun up
I got you run-down, like you in Rundown
Just to propel the come up
I’m from where they run up, trick you wit lies
To steal your MacBook in front of your eyes
Damn – I think that shit changed my life
I was chillin with the homie just enjoyin the night
But paranoia haunts the mind, goddamn that bitch creeps slow
Never trust a fucker, especially if you’re regal
Cuz life’s a bitch and then you die, that’s why I puff lye
And that’s word to the reverend AZ, getting high in my ride
Summer vibes and AC, I do me, can’t find a fuckboi to phase me
I’m out goin crazy, flow stay wavy
Speakers in my bag, hear your boy playin Jay-Z
Cuz you been knowing that its on to the next one
Tracks I infest some, deflect the stress son
So I’m in a fucking maze, but I tell you how I feel
I don’t need a fucking deal, homie I just keep it real
[Jay Z Interview with power 105]
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