cliche, but the streets have raised me
in a sense on a stage itll make or break me like
i went from livin out a caravan
travelling to happenin to get about a thousand fans
and thats fame to me
i made a name, they were laughin now they talkin and they chasin me
yo, dollar signs never changin me
i became the change i wanted and i wrote my own prophecy
but humbles how you gotta be if you wanna be anything
the feelin of a gig is equivalent to a wedding ring
the generation of degenerates and the troubled youth
we turn to music, like religion does confession booths
the truths speakin when im caught up in the thick of it
it goes straight to my head like a cigarette
but ill never silhouette or let em forget
ill just bounce with some credit like reality cheques
i go to finish em, im limitless im infinite
they iffin and buttin, im pushin buttons like i give a shit
you heard my trigga spit, we figure the figures
must of figot, the biggots, them govermental sinners
but im a born winner, coulda sworn im bout to lose it
im abusin the music, soon to eclipse like a lunatic
put us on a crucifix, who the kids that are new to this
i murder suit and tie, the state of mind the castle kings
i never trust a sucker, up and comer thats frontin
cause when its comin to the crunch they s-stutter and never say nothin
i aint a saint so fuck it, im speakin in tongues
my competetive skill is like second to none, now take em back
The Rich and the famous, still wandering aimless
But the Remainder is nameless, we always chasing the greatest
All these Highs or the lows, we either thrive or we choke
But The broken that spoke, provoke the movement we chose
I choose The moon and the flows, we moving the humans that know
All of this room for improvement i chop and screw with the codes
I felt askew with all the shit that I spoke I'm outspoken
Instead of stayin true I felt the need to be the dopest


im tryna grind & get a piece of the pie im tryna
redefine and refine my lines i wanna
be the size of jupiter nine kinda stupid i might
fail but atleast i tried
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But I'm hoping the roots in the scene, help me stay focused
Instead of cavin to the media sound of hypnosis
overdose on serotonin and set the tone for next
Casanovacastrian thats tryna flex like they fresh
But they shadow the most def, most definitely won't step
less they testin the waters I won't award em respect
I check it check it out, I'm never putting this pen down
The penicillin when my pen concealing this dope sound
I stare at ceiling when I'm filling my rap shoes
I'm eight steps from ever hittin the astral
Zones cause when I'm zonin always honin my craft
Modernist poet telepathically im floating afar
Far away from My home in the stars, making a mark
the global warming of bars, i sink and drift em apart
we the, vanguard of the art like mozart
but mos artist, barely do the whole nine yards
i disregard em, wingardium leviosa im lifted
psycholinguistics, i speak cause im broke and im gifted
i take em back, now take em back


im tryna grind & get a piece of the pie im tryna
redefine and refine my lines i wanna
be the size of jupiter nine kinda stupid i might
fail but atleast i tried
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