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They'll label this as slander for my candor I wish that I was taught how to stand up Taking baby steps in a world full of giants Spirit of defiance, feeling I should start a riot Where were you when I was told I was too dark Too smart Too well-spoken. Should dumb down A fool's art A painted picture of an everyday nigga Yeah At least that's what they figured Taught myself how to cope One hand the rope Standing on a cliff Pray to God that I float Before I drop a clip And have to worry about the soap Fit in the description End your sentence with a "NOPE" I'm not that prawn. I'm not that pawn Bigger fish are on the board It's your dusk, my dawn When they're violent I learned stay calm Keep silent Take notes, take aim Start styling While you're firing But, this is not bullets This is dollars with a cool sense Two sets of rules Remember foolish equals fool's bent A full clip Always got to build a full clique In case they try to murk you They ain't gon do shit And they told me No one can stand next to you You're 1 of 1 And your flow is the 2 Ooh Show the world what you do They'll either show you love Or you'll push your way through And they told me No one can stand next to you You're 1 of 1 And your flow is the 2 Ooh Show the world what you do They'll either show you love Or you'll push your way through I use to try to fit their vision Stressed about impressions It's a tough lesson when you're lessened Guessing Your worth Makes that man your appraiser But the slick cut cost Make you minor - so they're major Skies tell like a pager Either fall or you fly Hard work vs talent Only the strong will survive Gotta learn how to finish When it's eye for an eye I'm a see my way through How's the blind gon' to drive I shift gears when there's fear That's for the Rev Pray to God that I'll make it Keep The rest is in my head I'm the king of my world Opposition is dead Racing myself for the goal So If I fold I'll Split the bread No time for the birds Unless it's soaring with the eagles If it's bears versus bulls My portfolio is Seagle Broad street bully 9-milli in the fully 3-piece plus 1 In case you niggas try to fool me Ooh-wee I cut the stench of your arrogance The sicker sense Never flinch when I'm in a pinch Three days on the rise Like I'm God in disguise I'm climbing out the tomb That they built for my demise Keep the celly for my guys In case we've gotta lose ties And them Timbs bite like gators You ain't crushing my pride Let's ride And they told me No one can stand next to you You're 1 of 1 And your flow is the 2 Ooh Show the world what you do They'll either show you love Or you'll push your way through And they told me No one can stand next to you You're 1 of 1 And your flow is the 2 Ooh Show the world what you do They'll either show you love Or you'll push your way through Riding through your city It's a pity That none of y'all will mess with me I'm too gritty for you itty bitty Lit me like a Philly Burn down your silly Opposition End me Means my position's plenty From them pigs that tried to mix The Hypno with the Henny Resolution's Bruce Banner Shut their chatter with intelligence Relevance of the new King Broadcast screams on your televise I guess I failed to follow scripts Never read the cue sheet Few bleeps Here and there Screaming cheers to my peers Who withstood all the spears But never popped like a toxic singer Knowing we've been through the wringer But still, hold our queens up But too proud to hold our kings up Stuck with the barrel mentality Sick of all these crab-ass dudes trying to rattle me Actually I've been gone from the streets And the Crenshaw of the beats Used my miles in higher planes Getting higher as I speak These beats Are like air gold I speak to their souls Like ancestorial roles And this is just the last verse to prove I ain't got ish to lose I'm that cold I spit the thermostat Still murder stats I'm the producer and the artists With melody murder rap My melodies murder maps In any city that I've been in Gruesome flows leave them cringing Take them to beginning When I was tired of living Everything I's giving Was exactly what I was missing Gifted with the vision But couldn't see what isn't Lifted brothers up Just to get no uplifting Now, their eyes all pop I'm in the black, with the spinach Then I blacked out on their scrimmage This is exactly how I planned it Controlled the damage Leave them dented Then I landed
Writer(s): Brian Sinclair Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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