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Slow it down a bit, yeah Uh, wide awake, I've been sleepwalkin I follow my dreams, stalkin Supreme awesome, when I reach it I'm goin Steve Austin That Stone Cold shit the streets talkin Might smash two cans together, let the beer just leak off 'em I wore my heart on my shirts, then ripped the sleeves off 'em I'm bearin arms, you niggas need garments Get out the Creek, Dawson Repeat target, won't let defeat block 'em Elite guard mixed with a street baller Had peeps cross me in the Hine years, watch the ankles my nigga Time heals, audit ya steps, I'm like a minefield How you live is how you define fear That was life talkin to me when I had the blind ears Now I perform on any platform The knives been keepin my back warm They start changin, I transform They'll cry later, I'll laugh more Ain't no fadin this black boy, nah, man I'm remainin solid Won't change my logic for any amount of bank deposits So change the topic, I wanna be rich but fame is option Attention seekers all addicted to the same narcotic Some niggas get through trainin camp but never make the roster Different stories but they tend to share the same synopsis Letras de cancionesI'm tired of payin homage If pain is knowledge, no reconcilin, these henious scholars No shame ya honor We sellin dope in exchange for dollars Get 50 Cent at 'em and Ghost 'em to remain in Power I'm like the second plane crashin in the remainin Tower Life is upon us, thread lightly or spend life as a goner Odell Beckham, they respect him for fightin his corner Well, can he fall off cause fans are demandin all-star? Or maybe Randy's war scars'll turn him to Andy Warhol It's not a question of can he withstand the onslaught Or rather do we fight for our food or we plan to all starve? I lost money, I lost friends but no lost cause I lost y'all, but ain't lose faith when you lost yours Cross me and get crossed off You Charles Lee with your boss talk That Child's Play, no hable When they ride dick and get tossed off Yeah, no disrespect this just part of my poem How does it feel to be the greatest of artists unknown? Pardon my zone, just thinkin back when my father was home Pickin on kids cause they parents love 'em more than my own Damn, would like to think that, that part of me's grown The perfect king'll give his life when he's guardin his throne And I'm guardin my throne It's a shame what these people'll say when they hidin from the truth Why blame the kid that's bangin and not who run the youth? Why blame the brother that's aimin and not who come to shoot? You gon' blame the nigga that's hangin And not who hung the noose? Ex-drug dealer and killer slangin in front the stoop When the moon's out we be warrin call it the run and shoot Smokin weed, guzzlin liquor over a 100 proof Shootin guns, duckin reporters who only want the scoop Duffle Bag, the God of War, I'm the son of Zeus We ain't in the same weight class, nigga, like Pun and Snoop From the roots, pissy hallways, buildings and jumpin roofs Runnin loose, got the war scars for those who want the proof It's a shame how this life is stressin me out Since a baby I was Blue, guess I'm only Destiny's Child It's a shame, there's only been one that's bless with the style Food for thought, if you lost then I'm givin recipes out What a shame... From Letras Mania