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When some people see my face, all they see is race Look at me with distaste then they make haste Black ace, can’t be replaced When I first hit the frame, I looked out of place Now I’m back with some new bass Tryna do some new things in a new space I write pictures that you can’t trace To imitate, 4K and a soundstage You niggas tripping like a suitcase If you think you can rip it like how I did it I’m different, you need to switch your position I’m on a new wave like I played in Eurhythmics Tryna take sweet dreams, bring ‘em into fruition Tryna take enemies, put ‘em into submission If you got equity, we could go into business We ain’t really gotta speak, I just want you to listen Can you let me free I just wanna be Where I’m meant to be Tryna find my way to my destination Please let me believe In my fantasy Real life incomplete Tryna find my way to my destination Letras de cancionesIntuition ain’t what I’m missing, my vision’s vivid Hang with women, they independent, Michelle Williams I been in it a minute but now I’m back in business I invented my own style, you quick to mimic No inhibitions, no intervention, no indecision What they make inoffensive, what I make transcendent To be specific, you’re so defensive, Kawhi Leonard You think it is what is but no, it really isn’t I been upping my fitness in case you press the issue Break you off with the quickness and take your section with you Benevolent, never celibate, stayed relevant I’m eloquent, I could turn this verse into a testament Forever decadent, stay where the beverages is prevalent It’s evident, born with melanin, flow effortless So ebony, sick with no cold remedy Ripping the shows regular, hitting the road heavily, yooo Now look how I go Time to see what I have in store Grind with me on the dancefloor Make a nigga wanna take a cab home Look how I go Back and forth and to and fro One question I’ll ask y’all Can you get me a drink before last call? Yo, can I get a rum punch please? Thanks Can you let me free I just wanna be Where I’m meant to be Tryna find my way to my destination Please let me believe In my fantasy Real life incomplete Tryna find my way to my destination Yeah, you know what it be Cadence Weapon, Harrison on the beat DJs, MCs, try to come and compete When they see us on the street, yeah, they know who we be From Letras Mania