Finna keep on making music til the death of me
I’m spitting every bar up in my mind wit every breath in me
Music is my passion everything is f#cking less to me
Watch how you be talking have respect when you addressing me
N*ggas say i’m weak and that sh#t really be depressing me
I keep on getting better i be working wit extremity
Used to keep a gun like i was sam i mean yosemite
Quick to pull up on the f#cking trigger for a enemy
I remember when i shot my homie accidentally
Got him to a doctor and they had a f#cking remedy
I was feeling bad but i ain’t never show no empathy
That was still my homie he still f#cking with me heavily
Getting to the story i ain’t mean to share that memory
I be rapping and i try to come wit some intensity
N*gga tryna diss me and you finna pay the penalty
I be going hard don’t give a f#ck about your zealotry
I be rapping hard i wish that i could do it breathlessly
I be hella goofy i could never have solemnity
If i wanted all my f#cking songs would serenity
I can’t do it everybody know i’m on obscenity
Speaking out my soul i let you see my true identity
I’m gone be the greatest let me show you my supremacy
Going to the lab to mix it up like some chemistry
Wit this music only thing i want is some longevity
Imma keep on rapping even when a n*gga seventy
I just want the music all the rest is an amenity
b#tch i’m not a human imma different f#cking entity
Now i’m bouta blow your f#cking mind like you was kennedy
b#tch i go in wit no hesitation for this duration
I’m tryna leave you n!ggas in stagnation
Feel it in yo heart but not no palpitation
Setting fire to a beat like it was in cremation
I wanna be the greatest or just in the conversation
I try to do it wit the word play and the quotation
And when i tell a story i be using narration
I’m tryna go platinum so i can get the sensation
I don’t need a feature i eat em like its predation
I’m gone make it to the top so let me start ascending
Keep it real up on a beat don’t need to be pretending
I don’t give a f#ck if i don’t follow what is trending
I ain’t playing by the rules don’t care who i’m offending
This the real world ain’t nobody else suspending me bc
Now i’m going up and everybody is a friend of me
When i had my problems would you ever f#cking tend to me
When i needed money would you ever f#cking lend to me
Would you even help me if the cops had apprehended me
I don’t give a f#ck bout who you trying to pretend to be
I keep making music never stopping til the end of me
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