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J-MAC

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Just a youngin with a dream
Tryna get up on the scene
Started writing at fourteen
While his homies smoking green
Now will he make it as a rapper or give up along the way?
Does he deserve money and fame 'cause he is grinding every day?
Maybe not, Maybe so
Will he rise up? We don't know
Maybe so, maybe not
His brain is all that he has got
Impeccable flow to achieve, Defensive but he don't grieve
'Cause he got loads up his sleeve, take a single second and breathe
Is this reality?
Release my projects anxiously
Another galaxy
I spit like this so fucking naturally
Some of my homies know the dream
I don't got no-one on my team
I'm a lone wolf, goddamn it!
Staying single was the scheme, yeah!

Living like this is so crazy
Lately, surrealism's fading
'Cause I work hard on the daily
And the future looking so hazy
But I got faith, I got hope
I know that I'm gonna cope
I got hope, I got faith
I know I'm gonna win this race
Fifteen, my shit the meanest
Nobody fucking around with the flow
When I spit it you know it's the cleanest
Fifteen, I'm a genius
Nobody fucking around with the flow
When I spit it you know it's the deepest
Living like this is so crazy
Lately, surrealism's fading
'Cause I work hard on the daily
And the future looking so hazy
But I got faith, I got hope
I know that I'm gonna cope
I got hope, I got faith
I know I'm gonna win this race
Fifteen, You know I got it
They can keep trying to catch me
But I know nobody can stop it
Fifteen, you know I've topped it
Drop a couple singles, sit back and relax
Then make the profits

I'm expected to be happy because I'm at a nice school
And the outsiders see stuck-up kids with smiles, but don't be fooled
Because beneath that Gucci bag, there's a kid without married parents
They got nice clothes, but not a whole family and they can't bare it
Don't you think they'd rather have trust at home and get loved and praised?
But because their single parent got cash, no red flags are raised
They don't get caught up in gang life, but deal with depression
Got anxiety with school and home, they scared of rejection
So, to all of the outsiders, let me ask you a question
Do you think designer clothes will fix their lack of affection?
Of course not, and that's why they all turn to drugs
Go from mummy's little boy to running around with thugs
A little weed, a little LSD will silence the pain
But when the trip is gone, effects are lost, they ain't felt no gain
They still gotta deal with mental health, they working the most
Next time, they don't want the trip to end and they overdose, listen

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