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I'm tired of this feeling like im stuck up in the middle
And I don't even care about a grammy or a medal
The only thing that matters is the will to never settle
17 up in the mountains you could never reach my level
Im tired of the bass and getting tired of the treble
That's why I make these hits and end up feeling very mellow
First glance I might look like just an ordinary fellow
Then you pull up to the stu feel like a meeting with the devil
Hello
Mixing up my flow just like its jello
I might not be a crip but I still put it on the deadlocs
And I ain't got a stick cause im more of a Donatello
And these bitches getting lit when they got somebody to tell on
Dial up the digits of my number in your cellphone
Call or a text
Y'all already next
I could give a fuck if you think that im not the best
Or about the bread
Im already dead
To everybody who went ghost to me
Now you wanna make a toast to me
To everybody who was roasting me
Now you tryna get real close to me
I will never really know defeat
Killing niggas like it's kosher meat
And pushing niggas off the balcony
Saying fuck you real loudly
Im tired of the lies and im tired of the get ups
Im writing every night cause im not the type to let up
I swear im finna cry if I get hitted with a setup
But ill only be a minute till I tell myself to get up
Was tired of the sun and people telling me to get up
That's why I wanted rain and never had the soul to tell her
And you could say my name while im holding up my umbrella
All these voices in my head sound like they singing acapella
Hella
Blending up the sound like it's a smoothie
This a angry letter to whoever said im too weak
It's fortunate for you but unfortunate for who knew me
And imma be the same that I am when I get the jewelry
Monkeying around like you is Louis
You know im around
Pro with a noun
I could give a fuck if you think I don't have a crown
But I run my town
Always hold me down
To everybody who went ghost to me
Now you wanna make a toast to me
To everybody who was roasting me
Now you tryna get real close to me
I will never really know defeat
Killing niggas like it's kosher meat
And pushing niggas off the balcony
Saying fuck you real loudly
And I don't even care about a grammy or a medal
The only thing that matters is the will to never settle
17 up in the mountains you could never reach my level
Im tired of the bass and getting tired of the treble
That's why I make these hits and end up feeling very mellow
First glance I might look like just an ordinary fellow
Then you pull up to the stu feel like a meeting with the devil
Hello
Mixing up my flow just like its jello
I might not be a crip but I still put it on the deadlocs
And I ain't got a stick cause im more of a Donatello
And these bitches getting lit when they got somebody to tell on
Dial up the digits of my number in your cellphone
Call or a text
Y'all already next
I could give a fuck if you think that im not the best
Or about the bread
Im already dead
To everybody who went ghost to me
Now you wanna make a toast to me
To everybody who was roasting me
Now you tryna get real close to me
I will never really know defeat
Killing niggas like it's kosher meat
And pushing niggas off the balcony
Saying fuck you real loudly
Im tired of the lies and im tired of the get ups
Im writing every night cause im not the type to let up
I swear im finna cry if I get hitted with a setup
But ill only be a minute till I tell myself to get up
Was tired of the sun and people telling me to get up
That's why I wanted rain and never had the soul to tell her
And you could say my name while im holding up my umbrella
All these voices in my head sound like they singing acapella
Hella
Blending up the sound like it's a smoothie
This a angry letter to whoever said im too weak
It's fortunate for you but unfortunate for who knew me
And imma be the same that I am when I get the jewelry
Monkeying around like you is Louis
You know im around
Pro with a noun
I could give a fuck if you think I don't have a crown
But I run my town
Always hold me down
To everybody who went ghost to me
Now you wanna make a toast to me
To everybody who was roasting me
Now you tryna get real close to me
I will never really know defeat
Killing niggas like it's kosher meat
And pushing niggas off the balcony
Saying fuck you real loudly
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