Feels Like Career
Yeah
I had 'em think of all the options
How I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options
How I made up a thought and had to rap (yeah)
I spit, and it feels like career
Huh!
I seek to be realest, and top my hit list
Fore I could count a GOAT rapper, I should rock on my hit
Die with it I'mma strive, commit in this
As ain't no other tell on as to why my heart beats
Tricks on tell, I done spit in couple tracks, now it feels like career
I'm getting lapses every time on new career
With that said, I give Erica the RA, double P, ER on tech
Straight on grinding to death, and that's a fact
How I had 'em all to think of how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
Had 'em think, of all the options
How you made up a thought and had to rap?
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
Huh!
Strictly on grind, threes turning to four
I double checked on my palone, she an angel
A night star, light in my ways nigga I'm Incredible
I feel like I'm carrying a goal that's overpriced
On to rock I roll along (yeah)
I seek nigga I'm 'possed to be the realest
Me grinding hard I call it mission have to be the illest
My autumn years should reflect on my deeds
I'm anti-lumberjack so I could watch it green
(How I had 'em all to think)
Yo, my rhyme and flow is a gift
I drop a hit and ever wonder how I did
(How I had 'em all to think)
I flit, to my friends I commit
And wouldn't done it if it weren't for them
(How I had 'em all to think)
I slided and I fit in this shit
I had it rhyming to the tone of every snare
(How I had 'em all to)
Thinking out the hell I had to rap to they ears
Is cause I rock it better than they ever did
How I had 'em all to think of how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options
How I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
Had 'em think, of all the options
How you made up a thought and had to rap?
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options how
I made a thought and had to rap
I spit and it feels like career
Huh!
I had 'em think of all the options
How I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options
How I made up a thought and had to rap (yeah)
I spit, and it feels like career
Huh!
I seek to be realest, and top my hit list
Fore I could count a GOAT rapper, I should rock on my hit
Die with it I'mma strive, commit in this
As ain't no other tell on as to why my heart beats
Tricks on tell, I done spit in couple tracks, now it feels like career
I'm getting lapses every time on new career
With that said, I give Erica the RA, double P, ER on tech
Straight on grinding to death, and that's a fact
How I had 'em all to think of how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
Had 'em think, of all the options
How you made up a thought and had to rap?
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
Huh!
Strictly on grind, threes turning to four
I double checked on my palone, she an angel
A night star, light in my ways nigga I'm Incredible
I feel like I'm carrying a goal that's overpriced
On to rock I roll along (yeah)
I seek nigga I'm 'possed to be the realest
Me grinding hard I call it mission have to be the illest
My autumn years should reflect on my deeds
I'm anti-lumberjack so I could watch it green
(How I had 'em all to think)
Yo, my rhyme and flow is a gift
I drop a hit and ever wonder how I did
(How I had 'em all to think)
I flit, to my friends I commit
And wouldn't done it if it weren't for them
(How I had 'em all to think)
I slided and I fit in this shit
I had it rhyming to the tone of every snare
(How I had 'em all to)
Thinking out the hell I had to rap to they ears
Is cause I rock it better than they ever did
How I had 'em all to think of how
I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options
How I made up a thought and had to rap
I spit, and it feels like career
Had 'em think, of all the options
How you made up a thought and had to rap?
I spit, and it feels like career
I had 'em think of all the options how
I made a thought and had to rap
I spit and it feels like career
Huh!
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