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I nearly lost my job day dreaming I stayed scheming Shade speaking Rarely kept to cake beating Jake cheating To continue steak eating Weight keeping Tryna keep my pay creeping Ugh Sick and tired of the 6 day split I’m ready and fit Just waiting for a 6k hit Don’t be surprised when I make mine click Tryna shift the resolution to some drake type shit These days I count my blessings do less of the heavy stressing to lessen the stress i’m Getting from negativity vibеs Often times I be nеgative and depressed I’m tentative at my best except when I’m saying rhymes Even when I lose i’m willing to take my time If you rewind to my past, You’d see that im not lying Better as I age like luxurious wine All i’m chasing is a flavour that’s forever sublime While trapped inside this complex mind I find rhymes like fine dimes and gems deep embedded inside Load up the bag of green The gasoline Letras de cancionesThe magazines The illest clips you’ve ever seen No 9-5 could keep me off my tip I thrive in situations where im off my tip Ears to the ground and my word on my d**k im saying Fuck em when they come and try and verse all slick So I be lab sleeping My apps beeping The tabs creeping My shorty asking where I be where I’m at In the kitchen cooking beats for my flows or at the bar tryna bar with any body who Knows Too juxtaposed to these fake emcees tryna divide the sea and leave the space empty A black king a pharaoh been dodging arrows Im blessed to an extent But I got guys in my shadow Plotting in they’re camo like some bitches From Letras Mania