| I want to win. |
| At all costs
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| Till every son of a bitch that snubbed the kid is long gone
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| And every fucking sin on my bucket list is crossed off
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| I’m an all-star on a loaded roster that got off to a false start
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| But then stalled in the wrong ballpark, Had a major shot, played to a strong
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| draw
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| But I was X’d out. |
| Probable Kaws? |
| Art
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| I ain’t just good, kid, I’m the top dog with a loud bark
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| When I want a moment of silence… I’ll ask you what my flaws are
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| And in the end, niggas post up frozen like Narduwar
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| Rock star with the flow! |
| Poser bros get exposed
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| As popular frauds who can only come with an image like Don Jon
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| Sharkeisha. |
| Period, When there’s blood in the water, I drop jaws
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| An ensemble that’s authentic
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| Cast as non-credited extras in the Hip Hop documentary yawn-a-thon
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| I’m here to re-edit, embed it with everything QN5 is on
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| Preventive measures are taken, so there’s a bar lost
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| My competitive nature’s mistaken for hate, I caught y’all
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| Big fish in a small-pond niggas singing our
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| Swan song
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| Isn’t this typical? |
| It’s all our fault
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| Witness the business move as they outlaw salt
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| When favors were called on, in a pinch, that’s all y’all brought to the mix
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| So now history is just false by default
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| With the industry’s trickery now them broad lies is bought
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| But the sense of vengeance within me’s killing me, I oughta find the resolve to
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| let it go
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| There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
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| There’s nothing you can win that can’t be won
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| Don’t want it anymore, so I gotta let it go
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| There’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung
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| There’s nothing you can bring that can’t be brung
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| Don’t want it anymore, so I gotta let it go of my competitive nature
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| I gotta let it go of my competitive nature
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| I can’t make you love me — no!
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| I gotta let it go of my competitive nature
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| I gotta let it go of my competitive nature
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| See, everybody wanna be the best — but do none of the work
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| Leave you to cook dinner then come for the desert
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| Well there’s nothing they can do that I can’t, but that doesn’t work in reverse
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| Ain’t another person on earth this versatile when I turn a verse
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| I let Polymer serve the purpose to further confirm these terms, but it won’t —
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| Cause sheep think everyone is the GOAT — ya heard?
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| And the herd has heard of me, but they never heard me and it’s tragic
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| This urban legend gets censored -press has cursed me with a past
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| And I’m banned, because the word «veteran» is the dirtiest in rap/
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| And then with my level of longevity — I never tire when I kick the facts
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| They reinvent the wheel — Auto-Tune it to fix the flat
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| Here’s a single comparison — Let’s mix and match —
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| Now dig the pattern: When they get to smoke, they’ll take 2 hits and pass
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| But by the metronome, niggas’ll get two clicks and gasp
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| With no breath control, Now they’re a vegetable
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| These pussy liars get put on a pedestal, Expect that Tone average 6 bars in a
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| breath
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| And it’s a spectacle, Shit’s off the wall, like it was a Pettis blow
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| Tell me you heard somebody better, bro! |
| Now dead it, yo
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| The best technical rapper alive! |
| What do I gain from it?
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| I’ll comfortably say, «Nothing» when it comes to the paying public
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| If someone with cake does it, it’s suddenly gangbusters
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| So, fuck who you name, buddy, who’s buzzing’ll change dozens
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| Of times, in a case study — if one of us gains love
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| We’re divided, we chase money and become what we hate for something we like
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| I used to watch these awards shows with tears in my eyes
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| Cause I was supposed to be there in my mind
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| And here were these guys who’d appear overnight, that’d be stealing my shine
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| And I had spent so many years of my time, recording and performing
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| And writing lyrics since 9, shit my career was my life
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| Failure was death, son I’d only disappear if I die
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| We’re talking serious drive — off of a cliff
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| No partner assist or inept investors who’d be steering him wide
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| Y’all hearing them rhymes? |
| Shit’s clearly a crime — they’re scarier live
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| So, when some other peer would get signed
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| It would spear me inside, stressed and depressed behind the veneer of my smile
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| But I had to face the facts so let me put a mirror to mine |
| See, my fear is to lay — in a coffin, After I’d accomplished
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| Only a fraction of my thoughts and feel cheated of all my progress
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| So cheer me on till the funeral. |
| Here we are in the rawness:
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| See those that have what you want, did what you knew could do
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| But couldn’t cause it wouldn’t be true to you
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| You don’t wanna make music for douchey dudes? |
| Then do whatever suits you — it’s
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| cool
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| But the proof’s in the putting, you moved in them shoes
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| The most brutal music is fueled by the truth
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| If there’s an improvement in you — money who in the fuck is you losing to?
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| So, test your limits and pursue the goals that you control
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| The only assertion about winning shit that you should know —
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| Is success will determine if you’re driven or delusional
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| Peace
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| Broken arrow good for nothing when there’s nothing left to slay
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| Let these torn and tattered close impose their stories on the stains
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| Oh, they’re aiming for me now
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| They want proof I know my way around a bow & arrow
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| Let these torn and tattered close impose their stories on the stains |