| Don’t try to tear me down
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| I’ma rise up, grab the crown, you’ll see
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| My prophecy
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| Just walk tall, head down
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| Grinding till I grab the crown you’ll see, my prophecy
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| Self made never dealt favors
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| No one helped me to propel major
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| Well paid getting wealth paper
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| Nowadays I’m a celebrator
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| Smoke an L a day just to elevate us
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| Getting hella faded by the elevators
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| I’m an LA living hell raiser
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| (I'm an LA living hell raiser)
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| Filled cups, I’m chilling
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| Lifted up in this building
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| It’s building up so I’m spilling
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| All these feelings bruh that I’m feeling, ah
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| Life’s made in a way to test you
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| Try to take it and make it special
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| This is my game I’ma raise the level
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| I ain’t talking no bass or treble
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| Told ya’ll lames I’d stay rebel
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| Got a goal I’m chasing that I pray I get too
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| Stay motivated by my baby nephew
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| (Stay motivated by my baby nephew)
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| That’s why my grind is on non stop
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| Finna strive in life till I’m on top
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| So I write at night till every lines hot
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| Jot thoughts, but don’t talk a lot
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| Learned from all of my mistakes
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| Been bit by many snakes
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| It benefited me in plenty ways
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| Cause now I separate away from fakes
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| Better late than never A
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| Meditate for the better days
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| And I’m made for the center stage
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| Let’s celebrate, we forever great
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| Don’t try to tear me down
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| I’ma rise up, grab the crown, you’ll see
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| My prophecy
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| Just walk tall, head down
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| Grinding till I grab the crown you’ll see, my prophecy
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| No weakness, I’m a tough dude
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| Deep trips from mushrooms
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| Think big is what you must do
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| Cause dreams really do come true
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| Preaching what I love too
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| Teaching you to love you
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| Keep winning you cannot lose
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| Got a beast in my that’s on the loose
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| Living life like the matrix
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| Shit is sci-fi for ages
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| The shit that I write amazes
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| Dog I’m penning my life in pages
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| Then I speak and preach it on tempo
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| See my secrets' so simple
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| Keep flowing like the wind blows
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| Have big dreams with bigger goals
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| Then work hard on promoting
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| Till the whole globe starts quoting
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| My words like I’m Joe Rogan
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| I swear my mind is so open
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| Syrup nights till I’m toasted
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| I feel my lifes in slow motion
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| They hear my type is quite focused
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| Got a serious fight with psychosis
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| My therapy is when the beat kicks
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| Cause apparently I’m a beast with
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| This poetry it’s no secret
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| Flowing free as a sea ship
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| Lowkey leave you speechless
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| So deep this is steepness
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| Tough G, no weakness
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| I just needed to release this
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| Don’t try to tear me down
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| I’ma rise up, grab the crown, you’ll see
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| My prophecy
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| Just walk tall, head down
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| Grinding till I grab the crown you’ll see, my prophecy |