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This is that chinx drugs Abu dhabi Big wave Who gon stop me God sent from the valley To the top my grand finale Blessings filled with blessings I cant say thanks enough times So I bow my head and Say grace when its lunch time Crunch time Like we at the gym but im not flexing They see what im doing and I know its so perplexing This realer than real feel it in your solar plexus Get ya chakras aligned and ya energy erected I was say this is a resurrection Thoughts from ya reverends reckon David beckhams beckon I think its time to check in No I cant do the stressin No I cant come in second This for my steppas steppin This for my reppas reppin Rap started losing taste Its getting hard to digest I came here to make a statement Many times I digress This for me and mines When we sign on all them contracts Going back and forth But its all about the progress I could make that music that'll Make you throw them bands I could make that music that'll Have you make amends I could make that on the block I could make that on the clock I could make that look up to the sky And give thanks to God Thanks to God Praises high Wouldn't be here if I didn't have faith in mine Faith in mind Take your time Cause if you really knew you gotta wait in line Scrutiny scrutinized Blasphemy you and I Casually brutalize Actually who decides Infinite parallels Eight eleven Go to hell Heaven sent Wish him well Money pit Wishing well Music like a black hole Til you make it big Then you gotta live with all them Things that you had did Wanna make a hit song Gotta get it lit Wanna show the world how hard You worked for all your shit Playstation xbox nintendo Karate judo taekwondo All the same Its a fight and a game though Dont get lost tryna chase the wrong thing folk Thanks to God Praises high Wouldn't be here if I didn't have faith in mine Faith in mind Take your time Cause if you really knew you gotta wait in line Scrutiny scrutinized Blasphemy you and I Casually brutalize Actually who decides Infinite parallels Eight eleven Go to hell Heaven sent Wish him well Money pit Wishing well
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