BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Strain of pain of the screaming of the damned, things i did back then I could never understand
- Fortune favors the bold and with that motto, im taking a stand against my own brand
- I gotta whole discography of me shouting out my geography, im too busy dissing the wannabes
- People being curious like George aint one of my ideologies, i focus on the economies
- Telling stories and getting killed like I was Socrates, my apologies for the confusion
- In conclusion me and Socrates on a different variable of writing skills, what a coincidence
- Im working on my diligence to prove my innocence like im just a regular man amongst the citizens
- Rapping so fucking much, im running out of synonyms to keep these bars spitting against the hypocrites
- Those fucking shits of people, im about to pull the trigger and turn this situation lethal
- They acting like they want peace and they so peaceful, then they flip and turn evil
- They beg of people like me to put down the needle, hand it over and then they use it, so cerebral
- Then they get arrested for doing shit illegal, they can’t run because they are feeble
- They hand me back my needle and then I drive off wondering who else is deceitful
- It isn’t like constitution at all, because all people arent equal, racist cops make a great sequel
- Bullet of theses lyrics, these bars are straight poetry
- Everyone knows I run this industry solely
- Everybody knows what my disses are like, their potency
- Building up my legacy while these bars are straight poetry
- Dissing on my little bro, bitch you finna go, heaven calling out your name out the window
- Now im stacking up my dough, i got a show later today and it’s finna blow up to the flow
- That these bars are spitting and you know that these bars aint slow, tomorrow Ima finna grow
- In my ego, making bangers on the radio, in the studio, you know im a pro once upon a time ago
- These pussies dissing acting like I would care about them, but they are on the low
- When I tell them no, they get hella pissed, when I tell them bro, they thought we friends though
- Like hell no, you a wannabe ghetto, you ain’t ever even say hello, so I dunno
- But you know these bars hitting like the pizza at domino, black like a crow, aiming a bow
- At your skull maybe that will fix it, you know everything i do is legit, now im tired of this shh like a friendship
- All these pussy bitches acting all desperate for a friend who is electric at these bars
- Like im one of their shooting stars that they be wishing for, then they get all sedimental and i dont want no more
- Now I’ll be spitting and spitting all these bars like this is a damn freestyle, meanwhile
- My album getting delayed for these few singles that im dropping, it’s stopping
- The thing that got me all popping, and hopping like a damn Mexican over the border
- No disrespect to real homies that bar was meant for Who is you, bitch he through
- Like im making bangers like im losing a screw, but to end this song we must continue
- Bullet of theses lyrics, these bars are straight poetry
- Everyone knows I run this industry solely
- Everybody knows what my disses are like, their potency
- Building up my legacy while these bars are straight poetry
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