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TouchFader you good

Hey Yo
It's your man Blake
Hmmm

Mind still on the subject, I gotta go hard
Contemplating in the music will I blow up
Or will I drown instead, put me in the red
In the the race to the top you start at bottom end
Hey! don't be looking at the wrong way
You gotta be a real man on a tough day
Am just standing tall, we on the same race
Stop hating just Collaborate and make the pays
Never stop drawing gotta paint a better picture
I hope you listen now mehn I told you am the teacher
This is the real life not the fake ass television
We all actors every body wants attention
Open your mind up gotta get a better diction
I lost a lot of niggas this here the benediction
It's clear we gonna miss em, this year i got a vison
To make some cash out... it's clear am on a mission

(Hey)
Am paced out, the Pressure now is to break out
And I be steady kneeling praying for some Grace now
Am just swerving here, it's like a race town
See everybody wanna make it to the fame camp
And make it hard you know, bring the place down
And then the money gonn be falling like it's rain time
I'll make it reign on you, steady inflation
I been working for this, I want the completion
I want tha moment you see, standing ovation
I want my music playing on any occasion
Ah come wit cuts and brusies painting ma picture
In the fight for my soul I was the Victor
I found this while in ma zone this ain't no pretence
I'll stand in front of a crowd like I no fit tense
Any beat wey you bring omo I fit bounce
(Uh)
(Yeah)
Yeahh

Now lemme preach to the masses about this thing called life
I tuck my suit in place, and then I grab the mic
See its a battle of words and am prepared to fight
Been all about the money, up to the age of five
Opened the door to my home and all I got was strife
Dealing with all that shit but still yet I strive
To be the best in the game to be the one who shines
Let the world know his name and let there come a time
Where the hustle would pay, I'll just sit back with pride
Watch the money escalate after the shows arrive
But right now av got nothing I feel diminished
Spiraling down the drain, like a piece of shit
My life plan shatters like glass taking a hit
Am down picking up the pieces the f** is this
Gotta keep ma head high lemme take a hit
Off that T.H.C, hope the weed is lit

Ma addiction is growing can't see the green and resist
Ma life feels like a movie now, or a fricking skit
Too many people be stressing about dey fricking skin
While y'all do that who takes care of all of your kin
All of your people, the same people who saw you bleed
Now lemme tell you how I hurt and feel
Being the one blessed with the rhyme and skill
Every competitor I see I think that I must kill
Too fricking Ill nigga

Hey yoo
It's your man Blake
Huh
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