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Scheming on leaving – big dreaming like Christopher serving up feinds
Before he met diddy up in these streets
Smoke a big l rest in peace gather up beats then feast
– like the obese – I always eat
I put hunger in the game no book tho –
Cook soul – straight nigger rich Diamonds and crook clothes
I’m living no good tho at least that’s what mom say
Cause I rap for a living smoke with Kyrie and Andre
I’m sipping that Bombay – been up for nine days
Thoughts saying rhymes pay – I’m Delaware’s kanye
Beating my beats up – abuse on my mixtapes
Feeling like god – look what I did on the 6 day
With the wife on the 7th – thank The Lord it’s a blessing
To see my little girl smile then I’m back and I’m chefing
Yeah I got my reasons to be cocky –
Can’t no fucking hater stop me – got more fight in me then rocky
I just want it all the I want the world in my palms
I want the stress to dissolve I want my best to evolve
Into a great resolve – let this weed revolve
Let my competition fall – and my enemies crawl
I want the listeners to feel me – and the label reps to hear me
Clearly – make em say my songs talk to em like Siri
I wanna make my exs teary – and my copy cats fear me –
The only thing to scare me is failure
Niggas can’t judge me fuck the jury and the bailiff
They know that I be wavy with the flow like a sailor
Surfs up – I’m on my fucking awesome shit
Vans skinny pants – tank on – and my large dick
I’m going hard bitch – like Mika tan to a hard dick
Stepping on the weak like a carpet – I’m a hip hop artist
I used to be a Martian – now I blend in with the real
And no i ain’t cheap but I really need a deal
Hate – Hate – Hate Hate Hate –
These cowards is all fake – i say it to y’all face
You niggas sealed y’all fate – middle finger ya blind date
Better stay in y’all place – you reaching on the wrong plate
Wait – who said my beats ain’t hitting
Everyone who copped up tracks be killing
B tracks Killing , Nick tracks Killing
RMG tracks killing , Rex Tracks Killing
My tracks killing , Rob Tracks Killing
Your would be to if you wasn’t bull shitting
I’m just a nigga on a mission
Black vans on got me skating to the digits
Black hoodie on got me feeling real ignorant
Headphones on let you know I mean business
Uh – with more lines then black friday
You renting your own lane on my high ways
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