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I was broke, I got the check now I just feel repaired

I came back like I forgot the keys man they not prepared

Me and lil rapper whatever man we do not compare

Cause if this shit was my only job, man I swear

I flip the switch, I hit that field, I'm in the game running

All these rappers talk a lot, but they ain't really saying nothing

Pissing up in the wind, but I'm a big dog spraying something

Raid'll kill the roaches watch 'em scatter, ask 'em who gon' jump in

Why can't I be the man I wanna be

Everyday a struggle, Life keep throwing shit in front of me

I feel like I'm just stuck inside a puzzle while somebody watching this shit on repeat

I done seen so many things, never thought I'd smile again

Ran so fast, but now I'll never run a mile again

Cause I'm the main character, bitch, yeah I ain't no NPC

Look and you shall seek, dig too hard and you gon' find what's underneath

I had that rug pulled too many times straight from under me

So look back at all the shit that I built, so triumphantly

So many people trying shit, but I bet they ain't trying me

I've been trying to get this rap bag, this shit been playing hide and seek

Can't say it's cocky when I'm out here on the ropes

Better block me while they out here getting choked

I came a long way from zips of kush, and snorting lines of coke

I used to serve an ounce a day, steady blowing on that dro

Never made a lot of money, but I never went broke

Never changed my style up just had to clear my throat

Now I spit my therapy back into everything I wrote

That's why I'm focused on the long road, tryna be the GOAT, bitch

Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock

Got the world at your tits when you aim wit a chop,

Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop

This for every record made, whether it pop or flop yea

Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock

Got the world on your dick when you aim wit a chop

Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop

This for every record made, whether it pop or flop

They been tripping cause I got 'em

I can roll that smoke no problems

Ain't no way that they can fuck with me

I'll rip they soul up out 'em

Tryna see that top cause I'm just tired of that bottom

All the guns they talking bout but see me, yeah, I really shot 'em

Welcome to my tedTalk, where we on the TekTok

Bedrock the way this boulder hit your noodle, leave your head cocked

How can you go to war when y'all can't load a magazine up

Dump ya first mag and all y'all gon' freeze up

Plus y'all can't aim, hit something from the knees up

Y'all hoes down bad, me and my G's up

We chillin' in the cut, tryna roll them trees up

At the street races late night, tryna see what's up

You ain't gotta bite your tongue when all you taste is blood

Fake friends always love to show they fake love

They be tripping, praying I won't have to send them up above

I'll fuck your face up, bare knuckle, no glove

How come every time I close my eyes, all I see is red

Why my flow is blood shed, all up on the drum head

I been going ham lately, I just need some cheese bread

Make a sandwich out these biscuits, leave all of your dreams dead

Speeding like I'm tryna outrun what past shit lead

Need something more from this life that I got instead

Cruising on a bike so fast that I can barely see ahead

Widespread my aim but I'm a hit 'em like an arrowhead

Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock

Got the world at your tits when you aim wit a chop,

Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop

This for every record made, whether it pop or flop yea

Cause ain't nothing changed but my aim with the Glock

Got the world on your dick when you aim wit a chop

Yeah, I'll smoke these trees till the day that I drop

This for every record made, whether it pop or flop