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I trap hard this a living
Without trap made a killing
Don't care if you willing
Imma get you in your feelings
Imma make it imma winner
Back in time for dinner
How he colder than winter
How he chilling with the hitters
Walking when niggas is sprinting
F the sad shit I'm tired
Zeke hit me up "a word"
"Yeah we heard all the stories"
"Yeah we know that you hurting"
"We want the rap so hurry"
"All the bars and early"
Yeah I get and I am back now
New era, background
They ain't ready for the new sound
Boom rap and the speakers loud
Boom gap and they seeking south
The rhymes to immaculate
The boy they can't figure out
His catalog they need it
They crashing out
Breathing , talk about needing some healing
I think I strive, when I am hound
Feeling are holding me down but head in the sky
Looking around, I don't see competition
All I see millions that I cannot reach "yet"
They ain't outta reach "ye"
Talk about a peach "rappers"
They can't even rap on beat
Some how they on your repeat
But the streets I always I have
They see the pain in my craft
In the game I got the biggest sack
This a problem, pandemic
We can solve them without panic
We can handle , we illmatic
SMD is what we call a classic
It's the greatest from the local rappers that you hear
It's the truth but you can not bear
Keep a open mind and you will see the juice
Im not talking about no church
Yeah that's clever, now or never that's motto
Hit the lotto if you sign me
I don't think care if I get deal
Only mills and then fans listening to every track
That's why I be so consistent
That's why I be cooking in the kitchen
Only haters on your tik tok
If I get your girl imma lip lop
Drake said it and you didn't bop
So I had to say it on this drop
Hip hop not a little shop
Peng thing with pink top
Met her at the ends get boped
Slept on but the flow nice
No ice and no flights
Have a lot of time for these rhymes
Unreleased sitting quietly
You ain't heard me I'm the prodigy
Need a "sincere apology"
All of sudden they proud
Funny how they all are following
Irony in the ironing
The heat im supply, make feins chase sobriety
They creeping up like anxiety
People just sleep on me, regardless of my drops
Every time I hit the stage I turn them up
In denial cause the boy is in the final
In denial not the river but the first stage of grief
And the first take I keep , every birthday, release
In their rooms and dancing to this heat
But on the socials posting that I'm mid
And the music is not sick