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I deliver the meaning
Of a rap god
Swear I'm never leaving
Trust
Get the red strobes
Lets start being
No more hiding
All that energy you feeling
Come

Yeah
It's the coronation nigga
If you don't know what that means go look it up
Or you can just listen up
I write verses
Put beats in hearses
Thinking

the tragedy of selfish actions
I don't think they'd understand it
See I still got a few rough edges
That are still in need of being sanded
I turn these beats

you out of it
The person that deserve to occupy is with another guy
And I can see them walking by, faces with the smiles, shit!
It would’ve been nice if

not good enough bitch keep it 1000
Still tryna beat the odd I know every body doubted
A nigga been through some shit I can use a blessing
Niggas hoes

shit you know I get it split it wit my bro's
Never Leave My Brother Herb my niggas know the code
Energized by the millions we was tired of being broke

to the live ride or die for the ones by my side
If you didn't believe, be a man.. apologize
You won't.. No surprise
Hat low.. Can't see the pain behind my eyes

might take yo brain
Shiid if you trust they ass you insane
I don't trust shit that can breath or got a beat to its heart
Paint a nigga house and turn his

me like Midas
Cause I got the green thumb
And I can't hide it
My old homies on
Gilligan's Island
I take the beat
Then I put it to the mileage

was covered in rocks
VVS clarity all that got
Goin straight to the top I can't slow down or stop
I cant lie one time I put my trust in a thot
Had me

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference
Aslan get

rat race I can't compete
I'm living defeat
Can't do much but take a seat
And let life pass me by
Is it destiny, to be testing me
I'm lessening, mentally

getting high, De La Soul on the mic
Finish while you fail, with all your fairy tales
Buried under hills, how it feels, being ill
Can you manage the skill,

repping God, I had to put it on a necklace
Had to change the flow, I switch the flow up like some chef mix
I'm the coolest
My life sponsored by Nike
cus

valid, valid, valid, valid, valid

L, What up?

She valid, valid, valid, valid, valid, valid, valid, valid

Young Ro$$etti the God baby blast for me
Don't

that's a good place to start this tour
See I wasn't sure do I deliver this broken piece on a perfect beat
Or will the contrast be way too loud

Can't act nice, don't know how play along
He too strong his vibrational waves drop ladies thongs
It's right it's so right
A don a god how can it be wrong

being modest
To friends and family gone lets put up our lighters
Whatever happens destiny child must survive 
Though i feel like a stranger in my father's

certain lines I need a Queen by my side Defeat, 
So many losses they just fill up my mind
Retreat, 
I can't stop I just keep on my grind
It's deep, 
It gets

sponsored by Nike cause the way that I just do this
You never seen a youngin' praise the Lord inside the music
Caught on the beat, yeah you know I keep it

but I never chase rap God they giving me the praise
I put it in ya face my flow they can't replace
Drink Dusse by the case Polo don't rock Versace

up, stacking chips like a Pringles can
Don't try being cool at the top like ceiling fan
I fucked with Wayne way before I met a no ceilings fan
I'll beat

Just get the cash nigga
Got brash ways
But being brash pays
I pray to God
I know we living in our last day
Beat the odd
Like Tyson in the late eighties

fighting, can't remove the flame
Try to do it by ourself, but that don't move the chains
I seen a lot of truth from going through the pain

Dang, uh, why