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the same place they tried to kill my race, I made a lane
You talking paying dues, man, I made it rain
But on that Bob Marley, I don't wanna wait in vain

I keep them guessing I’m in my own lil space
I ain’t competing with these people in my own lil race
I drop when I drop don't need nobody to say
Just

sticky villians into slipping
Like its home alone
Perfect girl by my side
Cant believe i almost missed her
Social butterfly
No more caterpillar
Iller, than

lame Paradox gon tell you facts
Was with Bob the other day, he told me we gon get it
This shit, it ain't not race this tug of war and you ain't winning

get crushed im an AT-AT
And ill Windu your head off like where's his hat at
It's a turtle race i guess im a rabbit
Rap career just from passion

cast
I ain't just tryna win i'm tryna win by a landslide 
Man this life suck way worser than vampires
You know ya dude was scared why you letting ya mans

awkward to walk
There's a gypsy camp by the train tracks where you better just watch how you talk
I'm stumbling home all fucked up and some man they look

The nation
Medical warfare invasion to keep
Us in isolation
No ambulance but I'm losing my
Patients
Surgical separation of justice all races
Thats segregation

Bout to take a leap of faith
I couldn't just keep playing
No cards aren't really my game
People talk a lot of race
Short distances they run but don't

what you please about de-funding police
Running your mouth means nothing to me
Nothing to see
Disrupted by corruption up to they cheeks
Can't breath

come back from the dead with a pen and pad, Ive been working hard for a red carpet spread in Cannes, I get into rap and make you bob your head to this

that gram for week, you ain't gonna make it to brick
How you broke when it's fiends out here looking for hit
RIP to Bob Marley
I look up to Marc Garvey

Face,
I'm A Lump Your Head.

Your mental shift and your turn to Tyson,
With a punch so hard he shouldn't had a license.
Bob and weave opponent confused,

Aye bruh Ian gone lie to you I heard this shit by Baby Santana and that nigga raw asf
Bruh I had to make my own fucking remix you feel me
So shoutout

to my advantage
I'm the Bandit, I'm gon' have it
I'm gon' laugh and I'm gon' race
Get all the fake shit out my face
Hate on my ways bitch I'm gon' skate

perks of being God's gift
I'm gift wrapped, they ain't gone never try me
It ain't only on phones I'm verified by Face-ID
Look. Trying to get closer

down
I fought a long fight
It's the twelfth round
My head'll hit the canvas if I play around
So I gotta bob and weave if Imma make it out
Ha, I have

Walking down on the pavement
Keeping that total placement
Load up, let's do some races
No Bob but there's cargo
Shooting it like crossbow
Get in, let's all

on
Red flags with the blood, full of gang signs and crip on
Chri$, rip them off
We all shine, see the muscle
Nigga flexing like bravo
Ain't no race, it's

my bros carry round tools like they bob
And we dressed in all black like we part of the mob
(Mob)
Ghetto gospel shit that's all a nigga know
Praying

Lemme start off by just saying was good ladies & gentlemen
And welcome side the mind of a lyricist, thanks for dropping in
I hope you all enjoy

sting
Make it sting

No fuzzing no fighting yeah Bob once said
Cause everyone's a friend that you haven't met
Dance the rain away, get soaking wet
We all

Jazz SpaceMan! New profession adapted 
while mapping out a quest, my direction was crafted 
By the main upstairs, give me space to land-Lord

stay in your place
She said she's prego
Then a fuckin nigga did the race
Like bitch just stay out my face
unless a nigga wanna fuckin go and catch a case