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Good house
Good car
Im out in the south sending post cards
If i got a chance at this then i would think
Its intelligent to bet on
Those odds
I need me a championship
I used to ride in the honda
Until it wouldnt start
And when it got towed
I almost shed a tear seein my childhood in a
Junk yard
Put out mix tapes
And they flopped
Put out a club hit
And it flopped
I couldnt care less
Im enjoyin myself
And puttin out records i got
Now i got some details
And i sleep well
In a condo out in
In coney island
Its out by the beach
Hell how could i not appreciate
Every blessing ive achieved
Ive been Tryna make hoes shake sum like an
Earthquake
These bitches love beef
So i keep it tender sum
Like a skirt steak
If i do it right ive done it enough to know that im hittin it
First take
Ill apologize in advance incase we end up increasin the
Birth rate
On em
Seven eighteen birth place started
In the city where folks prey on me
Now my daily is
Learn stay hungry
Get to writin
And move off radar
Cause they always lookin for war
I aint a killer but ill tell em off
This isnt something that im puttin on
Im doin me and the difference is
You doing shit for the world
Put on a mask and
Do whatever the people are Askin
Over here tryna grab me some traction
Freestylin in lower manhattan
Guarantee my intelligence active
I been doin all that ive imagined
And im feulin up tank fullof passion
Travel top of the bronx into staten
Freeborne
My street full of maxes
If you sayin my name then you at risk
My aggression is only for practice
I dont think you could copy my tactics
Cause im actin like agent reddington
Do sum dumb get put on the
Black list
Eight days gettin money always a holiday
This is hanuka no baptist

Yeah my life full of detail
Ah shit ah shit
I got no issuees
I just breathe well
No risk no risk
No competition
And no anger
And in my neighborhood
Ill never meet no strangers
Thats it thats it
I committed to hoop dreams
On the court 6 days
It was a routine
Did a couple new york things
On my scam shit
Just to buy me some
Shoe strings
Then i realized my talents were else where
College wasnt for me so i bailed there
Worked a job since thirteen
Got a paycheck
Had to holla out
Hell yeah
Pick a pen up
And wrote me the first verse,
Book one was trainin for more work
Book 2 through 5 was 400 songs
Cemented on paper that word work
Had to practice this this is what came out
New intentions to get in the game now
Oh yeah
The typical reign now
Ima king
Thats put in his place now
Big dawg
A bully no greyhound
Work hard
And back what i say now
I dont bullshit
But i pop you pussies like you was a pimple no
Break out
Im in love with the awful things
Difficult tasks these scars i get
Are mentally set
I do what i do in hopes
That they gon remember me next
Just send me the check like
Yeah my life full of detail
Ah shit ah shit
I got no issuees
I just breathe well
No risk no risk
No competition
And no anger
And in my neighborhood
Ill never meet no strangers
Thats it thats it



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Isakov
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