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It's been a while
Since I've regurgitated rhymes like this
Throwing up bare lines like this
Been in the mood to hear a beat pick up a pen and write to it
Forget the hook I flow and flow I go from day to night on this
I hit the studio Cos I been studying
Studying the game
2 player now
I'm the only one up in my lane
Screaming fuck the fame but you gon put respect up on my name
Hair black but everything I say a nigga super saying
I ain't playing
16 when I picked up the mic
Same day I made the choice that Ima do what I like
3 years later people telling me that I could rhyme
I already knew
I knew that shit when I was 9
Picked up a camera
Picked up a pen
I Picked a mic
And I picked up a lens
Support from the family
Support from the friends
I said one day I'll be whipping the BM
Yeah the M
In the AM
Til the PM
Hop out and jump in the AM
G E Benz
Windows tinted they can't see me but I see them
I'll take it back riding through the bell green ends
I spent all winter, writing for the summer
I spent all summer writing for the winter
Writing so much I would even skip dinners
It will all pay off when I'm that nigga
My name getting bigger like lower case to caps
I'm the sun so they throwing shade like a cap
People sleeping on me
Some take nap
I sat on the throne
No-one tried to take it back
And I'm back (i'm back)
Yeah I'm back (i'm back)
I'm back (I'm back)
Tryna get a fucking plaque (tryna get a plaque)

Uh!
Thank you kindly
This shit reminds me of rhyming verses to type beats
Cos no-one could produce
Just kids in recording booths
Throwing videos on youtube we thought that we had the juice
And I wrote a lot of nonsense til I learned to use my trauma
So I thank my stepfather you gave me a lot of content
Household was the catalyst
For me to be that man with this urge
To spit a verse that can kill the cancer that captured our brains
I was woke before I had a taste of that cannabis
I used to watch teen titans on TV before they canceled it
Slick with the magic stick
I can make a zoot disappear into the air
And turn it into a bag of hits
Watch me in the future
Watch me like Luther
Watch me like cougar
Watch me til your eyes start to dry out like Medusa
These verses get cooler, every time I'm with the juice
I arrive at every function just to party with the moon
I used to rap like Jay Elec
But my intellect
Would always indirectly make me feel like I was just a simple mess
Til I did my own shit
Now were spitting 16s I be thinking fam I own this
I be spreading drama to these farmers like a locus
There's power in this lotus flower if you meditate and keep your mind open
Hope these youngens soak this in
Like I'm lotion to skin
I put my life up on a boat
And I rode it yeah!