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Build brick by brick up to the all seeing eye in the sky Whether architect or whippin' all the white up to buy Archetype, case study of the calls in your mind Devil on your shoulder, old one who was taught to defy Life's trending upward, clock strikes 3:33 I be up on the self-improvement, do I see what I see? When the dom's free, fucker you can think what you think Is freedom an illusion so I keep on the street Laugh, that's irreverent, road to heaven paved Note from the reverend, so you're weak, it's no seven days So it's deaded, so prophetic, two phones, Kevin Gates Holster on the waste, load to waste and blow off your face! Rack my brain 'cause I never let shit slide, you'll get schooled Put my soul into the pen, you write up shit with pencils Kitchen sink full of mental kinks, forms a dense pool Drown in doubt again and get another sign from this fool, like In this world, it seems like god winks Tryin' to tell us Give me signs, show me I'm on the Right path or the wrong one It's not all cut and dry, stayin' up at night Prayin' maybe my music will take off energized But every month or two, shit increasingly difficult Like if God is keepin' me pissed for reasons I'm missin' out Letras de cancionesThe moment I get on my grind and get into it All of time is my opponent and my mind is my influence So I better get to typing all these stats 'til I'm infamous As the one who made a livin' off ignorin' the instruments When I was growin' up and everybody was pickin' Either you playin' on the court or you gon' end up convicted Sentenced to life of livin' simple, work in graveyard 'til extinction Wake up, work, you wake up, work, you wake, no intermission But every time I hop into this state of pure indifference I go leaning to the side of where I really start to listen To the shit that's really tellin' me, "Bitch, you gotta envision What you really need to do this entire time I been winkin'!" Like, damn In this world, it seems like god winks Tryin' to tell us Give me signs, show me I'm on the Right path or the wrong one Yo, the flow finesse youngins, check the run-ins Envy-eyin' snakes at the function, check 'em for assumptions You know the champ stay bumpin' in the burg, soon enough Everywhere with the verse I spit, get the tournaments ready Lived and learned a bit, but we in it for the long haul Not that, “bet he get a couple plays, then he long gone" Tryna start small, build my brand up, not too many get the chance to spill a stanza or see a crowd of hands up, feel the Champsta Youngins bow when he answers, they shout my name Don’t you doubt my grace, that cloud it shapes up to risin' rain Thunder strikes the page, wanna ride my wave My cries done came, they’ll cite that day summer hides and fades The boy made hell froze over, yes, that well honed soldier With them self-woes bolder, one day I'll thank the lord For how my wealth grown closure, uh In this world, it seems like god winks Tryin' to tell us Give me signs, show me I'm on the Right path or the wrong one From Letras Mania