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E-V enough of making beats, I'm back to spitting If my backs against the wall, I call it back to living I'm here to tell the weather, Getting back to giving Dropping gems from the treasure Selling packages with ribbons No chilling in this bitch till I own the building If it's lonely at the top, I need that lonely feeling Getting older learning that we're only children Growing up but under no condition no ceiling What the fuck, they really told the skies the limit So many various ways to get paid and stay driven Didn't make the weigh in, never straying from my vision Might deviate from path if I'm playing with the rhythm I'm in position, It's time for y'all to gather round I used to make the best of any record that I had around And still do, I run it through a filter, add a sound They judge me if I color out the lines, I'm out of bounds I started singing when I started writing melodies or frightening I seen the thunder, wait, I heard the thunder and I seen the lightning If it's beef I ain't known for hiding If I hate it ain't no shade, but I've been known for sliding To be determined then inspired, I'm a rider Platinum off of mileage. I'm a frequent flyer People fall when there's nothing left to be desired To be continued burning weed right to feed the fire It's the ones who say their truth but end up being liars Letras de cancionesThis is brought to you by beats that keep my interest higher I'm in the cut, It ain't hard for me to keep it quiet Across the board the money that we made to be divided Up the middle I'm from a place to live and die in Where everybody trying to make it but nobody trying there Well then I guess I said it best I'm still going, still grateful, and I'm blessed From Letras Mania