| I feed off power, don’t make me lose it
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| Spent like three-four hours tryna produce this
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| And we spark flower in attempt to loosen-
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| The tension that we pretend ain’t there but boy it’s a nuisance
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| Sometimes we forget the power we possess
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| Rely on everything but ourselves to reach success
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| That’s where shit goes down, the mirror’s our biggest threat
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| But at the same time our strongest weapon if we feed the clip
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| And I don’t get it, why the fuck you not doing it
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| Ammunition infinity but you just ain’t in tune with it
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| Worried 'bout losin' and if you do you’ll come back a new edition-
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| With the mission of never giving in again you’re the difference
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| I’m living proof I don’t mean to do all this preach shit
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| I’d feel bad if I didn’t make use of the reach that-
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| I’ve acquired to inspire 'cause I know there’s a reason
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| I was chosen, gotta open up my life to who needs it
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| Reality distorted, that’s what the hype do
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| Pressure different when you realize that they tryna be like you
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| Time freezes like the piece that’s on a wrist full of ice-
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| When you come to turns with the impact you and the mic move
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| With, it’s true shit, 'cause when you lose is when you win
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| The proof is, when you step back and digest the shit you did-
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| And use it only to see what you need to improve but-
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| You’ve been so caught up tryna pass somebody who-
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| Isn’t even a threat
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| So take a breath and relax, don’t-
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| Blame yourself, take the lesson 'cause that’s what matters
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| Train yourself to keep pushing 'cause at the end at least-
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| You get backed against the wall and not the floor in a casket
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| Sometimes we forget the power we possess
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| Our drive to hustle gets devoured when we in our heads
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| Some time passes and then we shoutin' in regrets-
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| 'Cause we ain’t pull the trigger, then we cowards when we sit and reflect-
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| On the past, but fuck it I’m pass this
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| Some things I’ve been through, it hurt but I wouldn’t have it-
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| Any other way, like really, could you imagine?
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| Who you’d be today if you ain’t walked around with no baggage?
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| If you say you ain’t got it any you bullshittin'
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| That’s a red flag, homie, you matadoring it
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| Here to make a big splash so I dove in and-
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| Gave this shit my all 'til I have the money pouring in-
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| The safe full of salad dressing only blue cheese
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| Can’t wait the day I treat the wraith like a hooptie
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| There’s plenty of you, but I’m what you need
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| They’ll never be two, of what you see
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| It’s me, no surprise, told you ain’t nobody got it like-
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| I do, no surprise when I see they be tryna bite
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| Talking how you climbing heights
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| I see what you tryna hide
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| All the strings attached, so you flying but you just a kite
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| Ey, you got a ceiling they ain’t lettin' you pass
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| Fuck beef, I’m just teaching all of those who dont have
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| The insight that I do from the place where I’m at
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| 'Cause I been watching you fake shit, it got me feeling bad
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| For anybody that fucks with you but my time ticking
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| So most the time I’m 'bout mines and I mind my business
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| But look, my eyes catching how your disguised image-
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| Is that to mask how you ain’t nothing but a frontline bitch (Ooops)
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| You fa-ading out, you ha-ate me now
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| It’s ama-azing how you cha-ase the clout
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| And you pa-ay now
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| Ey, it’s over like that
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| If that’s your motive shoulda known you prolly might crash
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| World is colder then my sholder to you i can’t
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| Feel bad if you mad homie, fight back
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| Fuck around, tryna copy know you wanna be
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| Everybody, but the one that you be calling me
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| Get it poppin', quit the gossip you fucking up with me
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| Ain’t no stoppin', think I trust you? |
| Nada, you funny
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| Eh |