| They all said that I had to move so I could blow up |
| I was like I'm gonna show you wrong like so what |
| It's not about where you lay your head as long |
| As where you lay your head |
| Homie you ain't laying dead |
| Shit, I feel as if I got a chip up on my shoulder |
| And now it's getting obvious the more I'm getting older |
| I'm racing father time and mother natures getting bolder |
| And every morning waking up, I feel like I'm a soldier |
| I'm obligated to show em I'm underrated, I'm hated and fucking hate it |
| I'm sober but getting faded, by this chick I fucking dated |
| I medicated to deal with it |
| Might not be the best but I swear to God that I'm real with it |
| Did you catch what I said yet I'm still with it |
| I'm just trying to make a fucking living so I'm still spitting |
| I ain't stop for nothing until I'm legendary |
| Mighta left the game for a minute but dawg we're still married |
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| In this life of joy and pain, I choose to fight against the grain |
| So if I die before I wake, let my music change the game |
| Change the game |
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| One of the illest in my region, it's a full time job |
| One of the realist so they feel this, each and every song |
| I'm on top of my game playing pictionary |
| Depict a picture in every lyric, a visionary |
| Instead of jumping off a cliff I'm tryna fill the gap |
| I gotta niche to educate, so grab your pen and pad |
| It's tough to do like I've been playing with a rubik's cube |
| Critics are the colors and pattern is the ridicule |
| Hella anxious like I'm standing on some pins and needles |
| Ready for whatever but I'm stuck between some good and evil |
| I'm hella lost but hella found at the same time |
| Imagine winning a battle of wits in the same mind |
| I wear my heart on my sleeve, but swear I'm losing my shirt |
| I've been trying to believe that I've been making this work |
| Maybe out of my league but you ain't taking my words |
| Cause if I said it I meant it, that's the way I work |
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| In this life of joy and pain, I choose to fight against the grain |
| So if I die before I wake, let my music change the game |
| Change the game |
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| I spit realist, dam right they fucking feel this |
| I'm a force to be reckoned with but really I'm just chilling |
| I spit it from the heart but somehow labeled a villain |
| When really I'm no different from the feelings that there feeling |
| So angry, lost and explosive |
| The tone that's in my voice is a powerful emotion |
| I just want to show the world that I can fucking fly |
| Open up my wings when I fall, and I won't die |
| A competition where I battle myself |
| It's like a mirrored recognition where I sat in my cell |
| Now I'm fueled by the lessons that'll broaden my wealth |
| Cause if I'm giving up too early then I've already fell |
| And I ain't quitting for nothing you mother fuckers are tripping |
| I'm on an honorable mission to help the hopeless and listen |
| I got a higher position like it's my only existence |
| I'm on top of the world, do what it takes to be ambitious |
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| In this life of joy and pain, I choose to fight against the grain |
| So if I die before I wake, let my music change the game |
| Change the game |
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