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Yeah
The love that I gave is not returned
Spend a little on the rims but a lot been earned 
Lot been burned, 'til I’m buried 6 feet deep or rock the urn
You can find me with some pot to burn 
Took a lot of mistakes for me to live this right
It took a lot of early mornings just to see these nights 
It took a lot of low moments for me to see these heights 
It’s alright, if you want it you got it, it’s on sight 
This is not my practice life I never been in a hearse (nah)
You scared about failing? Just know that it could be worse
Line seven - Imma give you all a lesson for free
Don’t let he who hasn’t tried ever determine your worth (nah nah)
Exotic sands come after the dirt
Only need to talk to me to know my value and worth
Yeah, hopes and dreams won’t work 'til you work
Top three, and at any second I will be first 
I got a feeling Imma die early
My little sisters get bigger but they won’t cry, ain’t that right Fergie?
Say my name with respect or don’t speak it
You know I know the truth, so don’t make me go and leak it
Your perception of me is a reflection of you
I mean shit, I’m doing all the things you said you would do
So in the end when it comes to the conception of truth 
Over who wasted their time you will find that it was you
All cap, man, you talking to a CEO
You see these hoes come first then you see me go
Now pree these clothes, the women saying 'gee he cold'
My brand and music gon' blow up like a knee, D Rose
Lewandowski with the vision, you can see these goals
CR7 with the money you can see these rows
On rows on rows, my homies starting to call me Royce
Cause when it comes to the Cali you can see he Rolls
Look
You cloth seats - my leather Nappa
Your bitch and your wallet slim - my latter’s fatter
You might of had one nice girl - my bitch is badder
Still pitching punchlines - swing batter batter
Check, Melo birthed a bunch a rappers in the city 
And I’m shitty cause ya’ll ain’t close to fucking with me
Y’all don’t know about Pac, you only know about Biggie 
From TikTok remixes, are you fucking kidding?
I went through every setback, I took every joke
Just for you to dye your hair and act like you Lil' Boat
Secretly idolise me and walk the path that I blaze 
When you can’t even stay on beat, come and leave in three days?
Bitch please, you must have a mental disease
You could never impress me when you buying your streams
Take a trap beat and act like you a part of the streets
Dog, for real though, who the f*ck is Flocka MG?
I’m the one who Jayceon chose to put his stamp on
We not equal, you pay for bots I reach people
I got fans across the globe who I know fucking with me 
LA to NYC the Solo Squad in the streets
Listen, Paul, Sterrantino man whatever the f*ck…
(Sigh) Man, stop. 
Give it up, please dog and don’t ask for no feature
If your homies gassed you up then they was puffing that reefa
Man your shit is pathetic, I wish that I could forget it 
Oh, I get it makes sense why you called it amnesia 
I’m sick of this shit man
By now everybody know I really can spit man
I took it all further than they said I never could
So why when I drop the go to is “this actually good”?
I didn’t have to be hood, my stories still reach
I got dreams, I learnt from lessons that my lyrics can teach
All it took was one time hearing me through the speaks
To have the feeling that I run the town, city and streets
I been rapping like I got something to prove to 'em
Cavemen, I bring the heat, something new to 'em
Plot against me and you wonder what I’ll do to 'em?
You know the drill, test me I put the screw to em
I been slapping all the bars I go hard on 'em 
Spend the cards on the cars I go hard for 'em 
88 free throw like Michael Jordan 
Money long, for the right price life get shortened

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