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You're now Witnessing God splitting hairs at the alter I kill a body then I do a grave yard departure Before you go and judge a book by its cover Make sure you turn round and get to stare at the author Black sheep Bringing mass sheep to the slaughter Last week I took away the sleep from the martyrs Athletes can't even compete with the hustle They clocking in for doubles Need moccasins to shuffle I keep a muzzle For all the rappers talking bad bout me Could work at Louis and they still wont get a bag out me Be humble tatted on my hands but I'm far from meek Cuz everytime I go to sleep people brag bout me I wasn't born with a silver spoon But my family put a flame to the silverware cuz they feel the blues So when they tell you that your past finna limit you Take a look at me motherfucker I'm living proof Haters gonna hate Real ones finna give you flowers I'm out the circle that they made but I'm in power I pull up in that 911 Letras de cancionesCuz my enemies broke And they thought that it was sweet but it's twin towers Upper echelon You a stepping stone and you right inside the path that I'm stepping on Aye why you talking bout them guns if they never drawn I'm in Boston at the Middle East like it's Lebanon This hustle that I got that shit forever long Tryna come play with the kid Should make some better songs Some people only get the praise when they dead and gone I keep on going cuz my legacy is set in stone Metronome Setting the tempo to put this record on Reconciliation and repercussions for repping wrong Reptile rip off your body expose the skeleton They get the message wrong like playing a game of telephone This for the hustlers with work The workers that work a 9 5 People working on they craft thinking time flies I lost all of my lives and did it 9 times And I keep a 9 in the cut so you can't blind side Between love and hate there is a fine line Most of your haters they love you when you align fine Most of your lovers they hate you when it is grind time Prolly cuz they spent their life there on the side line Me going broke is possible in a time line But not this one This one I'm closer to Einstein Shout out to God I'm blessed with a divine rhyme And I get better with time like it was fine wine Hail marry the devil gotta be plotting on me If they don't wanna see you win then they not a homie If they don't wanna see me win pray they got an army Now give me space or get introduced to the rocket on me David blain turn the dodge to a Bentley coupe The other car a V12 call it 10 and 2 So when they tell you that your past finna limit you Take a look at me motherfucker I'm living proof From Letras Mania