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Feel the horizon growing. The unknown tends to be more fun Yeah? Yeah, yeah I ain't a guru. I'm a mercenary Place the bets that the rest can't carry F*ck the odds, I'm one to keep it 100 I am the judge, I summon the jury Making a killing here You a guillotine volunteer Driven like a rickshaw F*ck a fall from grace, different lanes can submit the game Through a Benoit crossface. Hip-hop's an arms race Force you out the cave. Warfare I launch there. Columbo close the case Chillin' with a Malbec in a lawn chair. I got the plug like LeBron hair Hurricane kick it. Tornados to trailer parks Harness tech in my chest like Tony Stark More like a Michael Jordan to a Barkley Stomp on your dreams calmly You thought you were arm's reach. The audacity Some sell you out in a heartbeat for commission Early stage different, you dismiss. See what Ramsay dishin Stab through your front, I'm Roose Bolton Frankenstein's best with the bolts screwed on. I'm way too on Shit gets sketch you could etch the shit Old school calculated like an abacus Atticus Finch, do the right thing. F*ck mediocrity So when this vision gets to hitting, I'm dealing 100 strikes for flinching Don't confuse different with not meant to make it, ho I'm sick and tired of saying it, I guess imma have to show you again The bigger the climb the steeper the fall Might be impulsive. Might be reckless, but there ain't time to ask any questions This what I want. This what I want This what I want. I only got one This what I want. This what I want I want I can I must I will. F*ck how you feel It's all money, old money, never wanna risk money New opportunities never known, now belongs to new money Son of a samurai like the sun my rise inevitable You ain't gonna edit this out. A middle finger if you doubt the foreshadowing of moguls Enough of fake woke and edge lords And those confusing happiness with comfort zones There's little joy in comatose These thoughts stuck in the future tense The new American dream, I had to follow my senses This ain't what they planned for me Won't be a statistic Screw factory work. What school still condition us for? A dead tradition, memory over wisdom, authority's wishful vengeance Take every at bat, won't backdown Murder another track, check my background See my trajectory, Gunbound You had to act a fool and remove all doubt Been puttin my heart on this guess I've been selling my soul Laying out my sail and show this self-built boat really do go It comes down to whether I go do. The conclusion unwritten You give up too soon, get diggin for the tomb then This what I want. This what I want This what I want. I only got one This what I want. This what I want I want I can I must I will. F*ck how you feel I'm a genius with frequent strokes of careless. Thrashing through the savings Traded my suit for jeans and graphic tees. You gon' learn today like Udemy My mind is stale misery without artistry The ROI, is that it helps me get to know life I learned to die, it's enlightenment. Another quote in the air Rose growing from concrete Stemmed from my surroundings Aint no ceiling for me Tougher than tupperware you aint sealing me No Sealys. No sleeping on me. Make Serta of that Heavy DDOS of attacks making servers crash As I craft magic in the lab Hustle not propelled from a trust fund Tower from the ground up No cop out from you cowards You can't fight back against karma Endangered practitioners of hard-sell at first sight Who use 48 laws as gospel to rationalize. Prepare for the fall Building my privilege you should be glad to witness. I called it The status quo never wanted me here If it were up to them, I would live and end my life predetermined I have no choice but to forge my own path The power is in your own hands
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