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SALEHI

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I got my eyes in the vicinity to make it in the industry
I won’t grow into infamy cause that’s the way they listening
This my own damn symphony, we treat it so religiously
I map my plan out visually, got my dream for tranquility
New London back in ’15, sat in my crib I’m thinking
The view outside ain’t obscene, but I had dreams so supreme
Knowing I’m gonna do things, but it come with the loose strings
This ain’t no random lose fling, you know that we be cued in
I never talk about the fever unless I’m really faded
You got me feeling higher like I’m really escalated
All this fame and money got me feeling so sedated
Talking bout my passion like I’m rocking the greatest
The A list, the fame list, the top and dame list
You can’t hang with us, got a lot of things to push
Hit the stacks and then we cut
Caught it like we on the quap, going up on to the top
Now we snapping on the lot, grab the pen I’m gonna jot
Yeah
No photos, No produce
I’m feeling kinda low, though
I know that I can’t show you
But that’s a problem on you, I’m trying to be this for you
A story cannot show proof, Religion isn’t fortune
You be living loco, while I be living solo
This is not your zone, no
Keep right out my zone, fool, I just wanna let go
Get your hands of my soul, we taking all the control
Focusing, focusing
Writing like I’m Connan Mockasin
You’re tripping I’m clapping, what’s happening?
Divided attention, no balancing, that’s a real lesson
Take hold and run credit
Act like armageddon is where we are heading
Henry like beheaded, words used as a weapon
They threaded and threaded and threaded and threaded, we heading to seven
Six Stripes on the map and we deafen like a nuclear weapon used out of aggression and fused of obsession
We bout to go immunosuppression to teach them a lesson, I’m using my blessings I’m off on the present
I’m off on the present, this ain’t a lose threat, but I gotta pretend just to keep a contender
The ain’t near the fifth, oh the fifth of November, we’ll never remember
Gotta take my time
When I flow on a beat I feel divine
Don’t read no signs
Feel it in the air like 3, 4, 5
Keep it out my life
Don’t go down for no weaker side
Underdog, we tight
Don’t feel so stressed I’m finna keep you right
I’m taking it serious when aren’t you delirious
We know I’m superior, but what’s the criteria?
My writings inferior, my rhymes are bacteria
But what is your theory? you got weary
Circling blocks feelin' like an infinity
Y’all be some fakes bundled up in a gimmickry
Why don’t you sit back and hear my consistency?
This is a stripe and I’m coming up viciously

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