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What it is
Can you feel the burn,
Trash talking everywhere you turn.
Trying to undo all that you learn.
The bad man when I was nothing but sperm.
I will survive that's the power I earn.
I just a man, but don't test me.
Somethings are just better let be.
You see my face but you truly can't see.
Once a hired hand now an OG
I've sat upon high with queens.
I was living the life before it was a meme.
Not a happy existences so why create a theme.
So fuck what they say about living a dream.
I've been in the trenches most my life.
Never knew heaven til I met my wife.
So the hell with the fakes and pretend strife.
don't want none but way you talk says you might
Built in chaos brought it to order.
Cut off the demons built my border.
Long live the queen, one raising my daughters.
You fail to see what I derive.
Fake it yourself cause you feel deprived.
Why can't they just leave it be.
Talking on shit you ain't really see.
Park your lips bitch you don't want me.
Trash talking everywhere you turn.
Trying to undo all that you learn.
The bad man when I was nothing but sperm.
I will survive that's the power I earn.
I just a man, but don't test me.
Somethings are just better let be.
You see my face but you truly can't see.
Once a hired hand now an OG
I've sat upon high with queens.
I was living the life before it was a meme.
Not a happy existences so why create a theme.
So fuck what they say about living a dream.
I've been in the trenches most my life.
Never knew heaven til I met my wife.
So the hell with the fakes and pretend strife.
don't want none but way you talk says you might
Built in chaos brought it to order.
Cut off the demons built my border.
Long live the queen, one raising my daughters.
You fail to see what I derive.
Fake it yourself cause you feel deprived.
Why can't they just leave it be.
Talking on shit you ain't really see.
Park your lips bitch you don't want me.
Published 27th Oct 2022
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