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Came for the function Gave her the runaround Don't want her in my spot While I figure the figure out Sum up the big amount The guap I want it a lot Too many folks gave up on the kid My head's still high and my town on lock Still folks going to hate on the kid, that's cool But don't go hate when I got my spot (I thought you needed me) Needed you a place on TV, something to feed your ego (I'll let go) Told myself, "I don't need those, too many tabloids peer through the peephole" (Needles) Staying on point like needles, said he got to the bread, but he keto (T'd up) Running to the racks, we can meet up Kicking my feet up Me and my diva of divas I think she's an eater (So?) I got something I can feed her I keep a tightly knit diameter because you folks don't keep it a stack, I've seen it Not too many see me heated, I keep it that way because too many demons Keep a tight grip on the grip, you'll need it Walking that life is appealing, but I don't really see it I say what I say and I mean it Got a little clique and a team full of leaders Earphones in because I don't wanna hear Wisdom is nearer So I got to hear it, I listen Everything I do is my mission Put my people in better positions Stay and get lifted Keep bad vibes at a distance and remind yourself you're gifted You listening? Found myself with an 8-Ball, but it didn't talk back when I asked it to talk Crashed my whip, thank God I'm here, went and got us a used one right off the lot Give your all to someone, try your best, and they're still going to talk that talk All you can do is walk that walk, turn back, and pray you don't see them rot Let's rock! Kept myself in attendance Ten by ten is how I kept it I'm so eclectic About my green like a Celtic Clean like anti-septic Took my time with the words I sent in Don't think I want to give it a mention Spill my heart to the ones I cherish Turn around and use my words as a weapon Did I mention? It's a movie scene at the entrance Funeral vibes when I exit Manic depressive Keeping a checklist Pills at breakfast Mild aggression Staying pensive Anger pent up Tense in the moment Wrote in my notebook Things I accomplish Now I'm stoic Dodging opps and the nonsense I'm locked in Won't see me let up when I walk in N*ggas like trending topics I like profit and trending stock picks We are not friends in the end My friends in the ends Got kids to defend and a future to keep on writing People divided Some want peace and an end to the violence Some want blood and incited riots, but I Figured the figure out Sum up the big amount Faith in the movement, something that's paramount Talk about checks or what the f*ck is you talking about? Boy kept chatting sh*t; I had to cut him out What is the front about, rats kept running out Snakes in the grass; I had to cut them out Put them out Run them out, run them out, run them out, run them out Faith in the movement, something that's paramount Figure the figure out Sum up the big amount Faith in the movement, something that's paramount Talk about checks or what the f*ck is you talking about? Boy kept chatting sh*t; I had to cut him out What is the front about, rats kept running out Snakes in the grass; I had to cut them out Put them out Run them out, run them out, run them out, run them out Surround myself with genius; their creations I'm a fan of it People in my life are always asking how I'm managing Didn't mean to fold, the flashing lights just had me panicking Pulling back the veil reveals a midget and a mannequin Anakin Calling me her daddy like I'm Anakin N*ggas always want to be the star or be what's happening Said he got the gas, but all I saw and heard was flatulence Know I'm really talented Plus I'm multifaceted Having it Slander on my name? No I'm not having it Simply living life inside a space we're co-inhabiting Hating on my name and throwing sand inside a skating rink Killing me with poison I didn't even drink Figure the figure out Sum up the big amount Faith in the movement, something that's paramount Talk about checks or what the f*ck is you talking about? Boy kept chatting sh*t; I had to cut him out What is the front about, rats kept running out Snakes in the grass; I had to cut them out Put them out Run them out, run them out, run them out, run them out Swiftly
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