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When I'm successful...you'll see...
Let me ask you something
Can you see the pain in my eyes?
And every lame day
That fades the lane in my drive?
Where I come from, dreams
Are pretty much illegal
I'm too fly for that
I'll shit on everybody like a seagull
But I feel like I'm weakening
As everyday rides by
Popz steady reminding me
That Ma is breathing sky high
And looking straight down
On all of us around
Makes me wanna send a shockwave
Harder than Jax's ground pound
Except for BLacc? That'd be a stomp
Zaii you got that Krump right
Got me feeling whelmed over
Like when Arkansas took flight
But I aint givin up for shit
My knuckles gon be hurtin
When I knock the fuck out you ghosts
For constantly dispursing
Funds of insufficiency
When I get the blicc on me with this badge on my left pec
They'll be ass-kissing me
While I'm chilling on my stoop
Look at everyone blur-bodied
Pushing 80 in the Coop
And not giving a single fuck
'Cause success is my extortion
Till the sun stops scortching
And the world has an abortion
We'll be the first ones called
Cause damn right we're important
*I wrote this to my oldest nephew, my dad and my older brother today...feeling overwhemed with life lately, needing to vent...and they always understand me completely...*
Can you see the pain in my eyes?
And every lame day
That fades the lane in my drive?
Where I come from, dreams
Are pretty much illegal
I'm too fly for that
I'll shit on everybody like a seagull
But I feel like I'm weakening
As everyday rides by
Popz steady reminding me
That Ma is breathing sky high
And looking straight down
On all of us around
Makes me wanna send a shockwave
Harder than Jax's ground pound
Except for BLacc? That'd be a stomp
Zaii you got that Krump right
Got me feeling whelmed over
Like when Arkansas took flight
But I aint givin up for shit
My knuckles gon be hurtin
When I knock the fuck out you ghosts
For constantly dispursing
Funds of insufficiency
When I get the blicc on me with this badge on my left pec
They'll be ass-kissing me
While I'm chilling on my stoop
Look at everyone blur-bodied
Pushing 80 in the Coop
And not giving a single fuck
'Cause success is my extortion
Till the sun stops scortching
And the world has an abortion
We'll be the first ones called
Cause damn right we're important
*I wrote this to my oldest nephew, my dad and my older brother today...feeling overwhemed with life lately, needing to vent...and they always understand me completely...*
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