Verse 1 While these rappers stuck I eat up like it was lunch Put my feet in my chucks Sike, in some vans, aint no hipster, wtf Got these people star struck For what, when they never once gave a fuck Now that Im making bucks No money to people I dont trust Going back to the neighborhood cuz thats where Im from Im an activist, not a gangster, never once was Never putting an image up I wont front People fake, Imma be real till Im done Looking up at the sky asking god, if Im going in the right direction for once Cuz it feels so good in my gut Imma make it I wont budge Destiny better hide, cuz Im coming for a gun I wont give up Many people make it and forget everyone Im making it for allem Just to give them something back for their dedication Some recognition from being in the lower division Liberation from their work place Let them vibe for a moment with what Im spitting Verse 2 Im going in 100 degrees You must not be talking to me Im rolling up my sleeves Im not gunning for defeat At any point Im not falling off me feet Ill make you fall of your seat Before I even speak Bitch Im an evil seed Dont take me too kindly Im a little psycho, to say the least Annoying call me Johnny Im thirsty, wheres the bleach? Relapse has it on his album to make it clean These rappers giving me a headache Gotta put them back in their places Real skill is in my mixtape Dissect rappers, putem in my suit case Wait, erase choke them with a shoe lase Take their heads off then put it back in the same place Ill kill you and your mate, in the track and same way
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