| Strive
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| What ever you wanna do in this world
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| No matter who you are
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| What you is, how you look like
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| Female, male
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| Fuckin' tall, short, slim
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| The opposite
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| It don’t fuckin' matter man, just strive
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| That’s the recipe right there dawg
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| Dang, how times change
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| Nights came with migraines
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| But, but I’ve gained
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| Hella shit dawg cause I’ve aimed
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| For my slice of fame
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| With the icing mayn
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| Slightly insane
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| Try me and you could say bye to your brain
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| I, live for the love of hip hop
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| Did what the others did not
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| And it shows, I’m hot
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| You’z a bitch dawg, I’m a big shot
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| Listen up close, give it some thought
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| Hella blunts blown livin' that talk
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| On my own I’m gettin' that guap
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| All alone now shit is non-stop
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| I get less sleep than a bird
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| Restless he’s concerned
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| Tryna be the best MC gots me disturbed
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| You see SS3 is the third
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| Recipe to get served
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| Yes we screaming rest in piece to the verse
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| Cause I kill shit
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| Got you stressin' so deep that it hurts
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| I feel a bit anxious
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| I scribbled on pages
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| Thank god for the good occasions
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| Now I gotta pray for a little more patience
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| My mood has been through phases
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| Issues that I wish you tasted
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| Get loot on an instant basis
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| Cause I can’t do with the minimal wages
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| Stressing a lot
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| Pops said look at the blessings you got
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| But I’m a hot head
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| Processing thoughts off Hennessy shots
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| I will not rest till I make every one of my enemies drop
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| So talk less, you are envious stop pretending you’re not
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| Cause I ride with my head up
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| Only strive to get better
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| Ride with my head up
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| Strive to get better
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| It’s cause I’m high on momentum (x2)
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| That’s right I’m high on momentum
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| I’m feelin' high on momentum
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| High on momentum
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| That’s right I’m high on momentum
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| I live as a striver
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| Grinding, givin' all nighters
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| Hi, I’m a Syllable Slider
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| This ain’t as simple as spittin' saliva
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| The kid’s a surviver
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| So lift up your lighters
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| I’m livin' my life on a mission like I was really Macgyver
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| It’s the eye of the tiger
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| So trick try to decipher
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| How Lyst might get you hyper off
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| The shit I recite in a cypher
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| I’m, excessively smoking
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| Stressing I needa just get up and focus
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| But show bizz, has me needing these medicine doses
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| It’s gettin' atrocious
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| My temper is gettin' ferocious
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| I’ve been headed through moments
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| Where I could see your sweater redder than roses
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| Incredible set up, I know it
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| Suppose this is, the closest since Em came to own this bitch
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| Wishful thoughts or is this reality speaking?
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| Lyst has lost it, this kid has got to be geeking
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| Why does he try to be highly achieving
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| Writing all night like you got to believe him
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| Try to deny me you’ll prolly get bodied
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| Then I could say bye to your life for this reason
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| Electric sounds that could make anyone’s head just bounce
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| Ain’t it kinda funny how punishing clowns?
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| I’m like honey I’m out, I got money to count
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| Running around with the honey’s in town
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| Hungry so I don’t be dumbing it down |