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Jamesie Boii

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Take y'all way back, way back
Let me take y'all way back
Smarter than you think

Totalitarian, wouldn't let no one carry him
You padding stats, I blackjack my variance
Rappers want to be poets, poets would fucking bury em'
Drowning in gold chains, y'all fish up in my aquarium
He pushin' pressure off his shoulders, then he slide on
That only means you needin' someone to rely on
How you shifting weights around, now you wanna' drive off
You don't want no pressure then you don't no diamonds

So what you want to do, what you want to be
I go and make the path that's in front of me
If you going under water build a tunnel see
I put all my company up in luxury
Woah, Woah, I need more, more than what that city gon' pay for
Woah, oh, I need more, holdin' down that city I play for, yeah

What luck, it's nothing but dumb luck, America loves drugs, y'all nothing but fucked up
Talk about runnin' up then spin a Benz in the cut
Done selling this Cutlass, done cutting them meds up
Of course, the less I cut, the more I just gave up
More I've been mediocre, the less that I changed up, for the better
It's Armageddon I'm letting em' lace up
For the record, playing tennis just settin' my ace up
I'ts heartbreaking when they sayin' how them streets calling
It's a John Mayer leap of faith, I've been free fallin'
Stuck like Kevin Gates, them bitches gon' be on it
I'll tuck your franchise, my boys is gon' lean on it
See you're looking in from the outside, simply seeing a life
You're only hearing bout' the story, do y'all understand the strife
You spend your time, worrying bout' what people think
That you'll sink, then you'll drown
You scared to ever jump, how you ever leave the ground
I grew up in the suburbs, spent a year in the dorms
Spent 5 years in North Milwaukee, guess which one of those earned
Where I paid my own way, paid my rent at
Off of Bradley, ain't no birds in that birdbath
That's where I learned fast, I ain't wearing Khaki's to the gas station, go put on some sweatpants
See people like Pusha T showed me there's beautiful evils
And there's devilish things, that's living under the steeple
Attention, a lil rapper, I ain't looking for your sequel
I do poetry, if I write a rap that's for me people
I spit flames, it's incendiary
All my dogs rapping, like studios at the veterinary 
Every single one of them put your dogs in a cemetary
Me I make connections, give guidance, forever legendary

So what you want to do, what you want to be
I go and make the path that's in front of me
If you going under water build a tunnel see
I put all my company up in luxury
Woah, Woah, I need more, more than what that city gon' pay for
Woah, oh, I need more, holdin' down that city I play for, yeah

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