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Fuck this writer's block fuck the clock
Feeling like this times against me I'm aware it never stops
But we keep it moving in a forward motion
But when it comes to music shit I run it like I stole it
I'mma beat it till it's broken
Cuz this new shit that they bumping really sucking
Unless it's got a Chano feature over little Donnie trumpet
I don't fuck with it
Unless you got a little logic
You Cole, Kendrick, or Wale
Or Lauryn Hill or Bob Marley
Really put me in my zone when I was young and on my own
But now I'm grown with a family and some brothers that I've known
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And yet I stand out on my own
If you don't feel the way I do then why am I on your headphones?
Please tell me when you was trying to rock the show
I was spending eight months trying to rock the soul
And I done gave them nine years of my life
I put that shit in rhyme gave it out for free never about the dough oh
Watch me switch it up I got to get my money back
Yeah I call the shots but watch me turn into the running back
They don't think I'll run it back
Getting old but my young so I never fumble that
But stay away from Mumble rap yeah I know
That's what they want to hear these days
A bunch of words with no message it's unclear these days
What is your purpose?
Yeah yeah yeah you put in work in
Teaching you to be as stupid as you man we can never undo
But hope for a better future
Of rappers who are reincarnations of Martin Luther
But instead we producing all these little Freddy Krueger's
Ugly suburb rappers talking like they're fucking shooters
I get it I get it you pull it you with it
I'm hoping that I never have to use mine
Cuz I'm not trying to take no lives
But don't take this as a weakness
If you're trying to hurt what's mine I won't think twice
I'm just trying to be the realest in this game
I've said that shit before and I'll say this shit again