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7-STAR 「I'M RAPPER」(Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anarchy
Anarchy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jules Adderley
Jules Adderley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Endless Flowz
Endless Flowz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I just switched to the iPhone Now I feel like my 3rd eye is gone Niggas always want a problem Heres the Resolution Visions getting blurry Change the resolution Sit on the bench Pardon my French Imma son of a bitch Know the Truth gets intense I been Stuck on the defense She been sucking on Im just building suspense I just say it how it is so Please don't take no offense I aint tryna be offensive If it ain't Making profit it's expensive We got more than 5 senses We got more than 3 dimensions Niggas hate the truth And I could sense it Would you rather Pay a fine or pay attention And why do Niggas Always lie a lot Like they really down to pass a Glock Then something bad happened Now they acting shocked me Seen my family died In front of me 2 times I counted And I accidentally died When I fell down that mountain Never felt the same since Tryna fill the void But ended up with nothingness I should cross me off the list Im like a 3 headed dragon The way that I came in spazzing Shit is a burden Tryna determine if He even needed affirmative actions I'm closing the curtains I'm really different in person I'm not forgetting I'm certain A repetitive version Spit it with relative verses Im not a sensitive person Sensitive synonym churches They sitting in Probably sinning in Pretend they giving they sentiment Shit is sickening Plot is thickening too Asking what can I do Can i toot my own horn Or even tie my own shoes They giving no clues and Acting like they never needed no help If I simplify it then I'm really disrespecting Myself I was smoking weed in school And that shit got me expelled And at that same time I realized that heaven and hell Was in the same place But it's overlapping itself You can be heaven with nothing No accumulative wealth You can be in hell with everything Shine like gold Drugs Guns Bitches Money too But do you got definitive goals They don't realize That they selling they soul Flexing the fake That shit getting old And I don't argue with these Internet trolls Wait a minute let me take second to Manifest hoes Okay now we can go Im taking a break this shits taking its toll
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