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Saj

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Seeking for a fortune
Maybe that's not right
Payin' for abortions
Cause of past hot nights
Caring for the wrong shit
Matierial taking our subconscious
Be honest, that blindness is monstrous
Cause love is the only goal
Above all the money rolls
And stop with the slutty hoes
Get yourself a real woman
Feel something
I mean you can keep bustin
But you gotta keep comin
To your kid, cause he's gonna need someone
Uh

I know I ain't perfect
But I keep on workin
The things I'm learning
They're all frickin worth it
When I'm spittin verses
I'm my second version
I don't know

Why we're paying for smartphones
Our egos speak alot but our hearts don't
Couple bucks for a bust made of carved stone
Superficial as f*ck, meaning of art's gone
F*ck a message, I can manage with them mart songs
Cultural baggage is some faggot shit
I rather spit this average shit
And take my fans for savages
When half the shit I say don't manifest
I'm havin this, I'm ready
I can see a stack of disks bein put in packages
Already, hah
Know what I mean?

I know I ain't perfect
But I keep on workin
The things I'm learning
They're all frickin worth it
When I'm spittin verses
I'm my second version
I don't know

See, to me this mentality is bafflin
You can throw disses, profanities
Likes javelins
But I value truth, so I'm rappin it
If that puts food in the cabinet
I'll be happy then
But it's a labyrinth, this elaborating
You know the feel
Thinkin so much it's exasperating
Every bit of hope is just evaporated
So I'm half-sedated
Smoke the weed
Till I go to sleep
So the slope is steep
Got low esteem
I don't know prestige
So I'm open ears
Tell me the path to a golden disk
Cause I know for a fact I'm worth more than this
I wanna end up with a foreign bitch
But I'll prolly die from not affordin shit
Then I'm back for plaques on post-mortem hits
Just look it
I ain't won the game yet, I shook it
I ain't on a stage yet, I'll book it
Tellin ya, Just look it
Don't live a life of lies
Don't disguise yourself
When you fly high, you
Better have the guts to skydive
Yo why hide yourself?
Little games with the press
Playin fresh, ain't you fed?
They gon find out themselves
Why not stay genuine
Instead of skatin on the ice like a stray penguin

I don't know... Bad metaphor
Whatever

I know I ain't perfect
But I keep on workin
The things I'm learning
They're all frickin worth it
When I'm spittin verses
I'm my second version

Yo, with a pack on the back
And the fact that I rap
I'ma travel on half of the map
And attack all the wackest of rappers
Attract all the claps and then slam in the trash their cadavers
Cause I'm past wack shit, like I'm Mathers
Cause I blast magic, like a satanist
I said I'm past wack shit
Man it's just mathematics 
We ain't equal, period
Cause you people's inferior
Just facts, that's it
The tracks Saj spits
Is past your wack ass shit
Hah

Since I'm...
Hundred percent in the game
And I came for the fame
I been sendin the flame
And I'm aimin your way
Couldn't fake it, the day
That I make it
I'm breakin the game
I'll keep playin the same
Bitch I'm sayin the day
That I make it, I'm stayin
I'll be ever slayin, never fadin
'Till I'm elevated
I know, what a statement
But I'm motivated
To be innovative
So I'm never fading

I never had the time to be impatient
Or masquerading, cause
The bars that I've been layin
That shit's emulated cautiously
So that's to say I'm playin consciously
Just come and see
I ain't no common feat
That's what it means

I don't know...

See there's not much I can do
I just think I have potential
Is it that wrong?
I mean are you not crediting the rhymes
The flow? The consistence?
The fucking effort?
I mean, f*ck outta here

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