Legacy
Take control of everything like my punches in the boxing
I never let em get the best of me
When I die I will grind even when It says rest in peace
This is my destiny
Would you rather dream or go to sleep
Knowing that you can't make it deep
Without everybody giving you what you really need
I will stand tall even if it makes me bleed
Y'all I'm stain to the walls so I remain
Take it all like the army's that invade
Speaking out of pocket no wonder you never change
Practice for me is just looking at the range
Say your eye to eye but you ain't my pupil
You ain't friend nor a mutual
Playing the victim like I couldn't kill you
He did me wrong so I landed a right
Words and actions are never alike
You just a wheel to my bike
I am the fuel to the car that makes it arrive
Road to the top and you know that I ain't droppin'
Fake shadow word, that's the way you be floppin'
And they don't know me, replicate me
Bitch you all phony
They tried to best me but all make mistakes
Know they be lying about money they make
Go straight to the grave (For real)
I know there's stuff that I hate
Now watch all they fake cuz they just be snakes to kill
Too sick, leave a nigga toothless
Looking down on you, same place where your roof is
Too lost, surprised they can speak
Focus on no beef, no it's empty
I never let em get the best of me
When I die I will grind even when It says rest in peace
This is my destiny
Would you rather dream or go to sleep
Knowing that you can't make it deep
Without everybody giving you what you really need
I will stand tall even if it makes me bleed
Y'all I'm stain to the walls so I remain
Take it all like the army's that invade
Speaking out of pocket no wonder you never change
Practice for me is just looking at the range
Say your eye to eye but you ain't my pupil
You ain't friend nor a mutual
Playing the victim like I couldn't kill you
He did me wrong so I landed a right
Words and actions are never alike
You just a wheel to my bike
I am the fuel to the car that makes it arrive
Road to the top and you know that I ain't droppin'
Fake shadow word, that's the way you be floppin'
And they don't know me, replicate me
Bitch you all phony
They tried to best me but all make mistakes
Know they be lying about money they make
Go straight to the grave (For real)
I know there's stuff that I hate
Now watch all they fake cuz they just be snakes to kill
Too sick, leave a nigga toothless
Looking down on you, same place where your roof is
Too lost, surprised they can speak
Focus on no beef, no it's empty
Credits
Writer(s): Manic M., Vinlo V
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