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What are we doing this for again?
(You should already know what for dawg)
Oh, right to win.

(Verse 1)
Back at it again, mast algorithm, Shall I begin?
The Check out, dapper living descends.
And I've been feasting on veal, closet's full of Italian leather, feel.
Money spilling out my pockets too, seams a bit obnoxious when filled.
But I don't give a f*ck, spend what I got
Life so surreal.
One day you on top, next day, praying you get shot be dead on a scene, this ain't a reel tho.
I'm stressed, stuck in the same spot, burning up in this melting pot.
Wondering, when Imma pop. a compromised ego is all eyes got.
My caption could be to capture it, shits all I got.
Hopping to stay hot? Study me i flame drop.
With long sighted gains, and blurred images centered around shame.
I've buried deep, see it simple and plain wrote it to express its inner pain.
They don't see you till your light shines, or a sight blinds them the same.
Control my hunger inside, shit comes in cycles, inducing a truer passion or early grave.
Till then creating music for muses confiding in these skills, just let time pass while writing out my film.
Pay attention I go for mine, you couldn't fathom a great in your bloodline.
That's a star player but always kept on the sidelines, how long until it's my time.
Put to much grind in correcting the craft, to take raps out the mouth of these rats.
That's vitality y'all know who can fucking rap.

(Hook)
Come on show me who can rap
Come on show me who got stacks
Come on show your bitch playing you from the back
Matter of fact you ain't right on these tracks
Come on show me who got stacks
Come on show me who can rap
Yea this the hook, matter of fact I'm bout to reattach
Said who can rap.

(Verse Two)
Yo, yea, call me what you want, I'd never settle for some scratch to win.
Rather bet on myself double the effort from within, you pacing in the same spot.
Then hopping you'll stay hot, getting your raps tampered with while listening to these thots.
I could never handle that shit, be about you, own your own or corporate will.
I seen them bending the knee to their whims, adjust your wit or end up paraphrasing industry shit.
I'm about telling it how it is, you always about taking it in the ass then giving in.
Reason why I'm always slick with this pen, can't sign over gods own for some quick gold.
You can relish in that, I'ma cash out some more stacks,
Invest in private stocks, well I watch y'all equity drop.
All the while trying to keep this soul aligned, rapping overtime till it's automated over lines.
But this shit ain't a gimmick, when im burning through this wax, come with wit got curiosity too like 3 stacks.
Be well on the way, u chasing a sprout, once planted I can aspire growth with ya.
Listen close to the blueprint, Formulated this perfect formula.
But don't recite mine, build yours it will turn out just fine.
Been researching scriptures to figure out the mind,  vacillate towards a currency over time.
Nothing speaks higher then an I'll tampered man on the grind, paying for a minimum that ain't even mine.
Just so I can preach vicariously through my soul, over these dope lines.
Vitality to a coach. that can spit from coastline.

(Hook)
Come on show me who can rap
Come on show me who got stacks
Come on show your bitch playing you from the back
Matter of facts you ain't right on these tracks
Come on show me who got stacks
Come on show me who can rap
Yea this the hook, matter of fact I'm bout to reattach
Said who can rap.

(Verse three)
Yea cuz when you first start rapping, everybody look at you like you out of your lane.
Till they need a tow, showing up on stolen tracks, spitting falsified story's of pain.
No doubts kept it tight like Stefani's crew,
And you claiming its just, but you just talking shit as if it was for you to say.
This hand crafted, could form a physical touch, secrets always spread thru showing your bluff.
Most of these rappers got shows, selling snow off the bus.
I got a passion for rapping, but an artist don't ever sell his brush.
Get into it my own way, own it myself, that's my only way.
Crooked industry been putting you on the shelf, I'm hanging up pictures of self.
Gods will it gives hope to a man, I'll be back one day you'll know who I am.
Maybe then y'all would understand, im not a perfect man just a soul misguided looking forward to his plans.

Vitality the man.

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