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This that 90s style, old school boom bap
Don't let my material go over your head like do-rags
The bars are only true facts, the boy creatin' new tracks
I'm on the victory path, matter of fact, takin' two laps

And speakin' of, we already two records deep
Big waves, I'm doin' everything, set movin' the screen
They didn't know me, now I'm all on they screens
And from the jump, I always knew this was bigger than me

Look, my time and money, I invested it, didn't question it
If you lookin' for my competition, I'm digestin' it
The way I'm a perfectionist, the flow straight heaven-sent
And if you ain't been checkin' it, you got attention deficit

Like ADHD, these deliveries'll put you eight feet deep
And I ain't never been one to try and see AP
But these lines are off the top, now I'ma need AC
Cause I'm just heatin' up, I keep it goin

Know who I am, you bet I own it, tryna live in the moment
Check the ledger, I ain't jokin', I ain't losin' my focus
I ain't drinkin', I ain't smokin', bro, like, what is you tokin'
Ears open, mouth closed, your vibe's so potent

Y'all notice the flow switchin', I wrote this and you're not dreamin
This that flavor that got the pot steamin
Feel like J. Cole, still workin' in the off-season
Yeah, yeah, okay, call me corny

Cause I keep it clean, okay, that's fine
Every morning, I get on my knees and pray that's right
You been workin' all month, I got it done last night
From pop songs to freestylin', and I'm just that guy

My only stereotype, I get the stereos hype
But people stare at your life with very arrogant sight
And that won't ever change, nowadays I innovate
Skippin' May, a big mistake, sleep on me, I've been away

In the Midwest, like Bruce Wayne, no paper on
I crusade, you hate on, you two-faced
No fake songs, I shoot straight, I stay strong like Luke Cage
This Napalm, this Usain, my wave, Bobby Boucher

I take off like, hold up, yeah, I take off like PJ
Sleepin' these rappers out, put em' all in they PJs
Like Rocky and Philly, how we settle beef, no cheesesteak
That's Michael B., I'm all about my creed, now I can see straight

Uh, listen, I'm underground, so I got tunnel vision
Focus on the goal, put on my kicks and run the distance
I'm on a mission, but y'all can call me a counterfeit
Can't number all the roadblocks that I've had an encounter with

I stay true to me, looks like you and your dream fell out again
Focus on my passion, you couldn't handle an ounce of it
Buddy, please snap out of it, don't come back around again
It's back to the studio, I lock in and then I'm out of it

Yeah, time cruisin' through these tracks, I'm a top gunner
Undiscovered rap scene, I'm a top one-er
Throwin' shade at me, it's boutta be a hot summer
The sun rose in three days, so I'm all covered

In the bloods, you could say I got this out the mud
I do away with who I was, so who you think I'm runnin' from
And no, I ain't no one and done, I keep it real, no comicon
Consistent in you off and on, stay hungry like it's Ramadan

No fallin' off, I study the greats
I'll never be in the conversation, okay, that's okay
Could never stand next to Em or to Ye or to Drake
There's more at stake, I'd rather you be seein' more of Yahweh

Okay
Oh, oh, okay

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