All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed
He's daydreaming of one shot of success, under a lot of distress, he does not feel blessed
Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,
War is not peace it never ever was now were are learning all the wars like the scores really matter
Next town, need a ride for the distance.
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Does not make any sense when i connect lines
Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines
I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
Every soul matter not just statistics
So here i am at the store for some chips
And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa
From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though
Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes
So now i can fucking kill beats from a distance
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