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Preach what I write
That's what I live by
I don't need a high
And the perpetrators blink
Cause they hate my new life
My life
I'm bringing real words back
I'm bringing music back
I'm talking 'bout you to my
brothers in the new band chat
They took me in like that
We breakin' records back to back
And we don't give those back
"Phellie, baby, we would really love to stay,"
But, "the money drives the man until he's dead,"
I say
All your fakest sympathy don't add no more
Because you saw me at my new peak
Now you at my door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I been racking up rep as a bruiser
Like I don't got mad range, like an ADC
Like I don't got that damage
But I can equally toss out these punches
Serving the masses like lunches
Telling you, no matter what they say
Preach what I write
That's what I live by
I don't need a high
And the perpetrators blink
Cause they hate my new life
My life
Preach what I write, write, write, write
That's what I live by, by, by
I don't need a high, high, high, high
And it's always people rooting for your failure
That get clumsy when you
How you gonna look me in the eyes when I fly
How you gonna keep me off your mind when I'm right
How does it feel falling from your tower in the sky
Knowing that the boy you left behind got a life
"Phellie, baby, we would really love to stay,"
But, "the money drives the man until he's dead,"
I say
All your fakest sympathy don't add no more
Because you saw me at my new peak
Now you at my door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, keep your papers and medals
I want that foot on the pedal
These people pay to consume
All the honest lines on my pen