They cant find where the rhymes come from, so they lyrically frisk
Try to out rhyme a sublime kind, leave they speech wit a lisp
They aint seekin the bliss, they just tryna be gangsta
They aint seein the risk, they all but thankful
I'm givin the gift, but itchin to shift bodies
Spittin for riches, though spittin to get'em bodied
Spittin to miss probably, but I'm spittin for somethin
Niggas, look at the signs, I aint spittin for nothin
This aint ya final destination, but you can dodge death
This my primal dedication, money first then hoes next
They say we rap nonsense, so I'm kickin out knowledge
This aint comin from a convict, I'm jus in tune wit my conscience
See I done hit the lowest point, almost kicked out the crib
Stress took me to blowin joints, where the fuck I'ma live
Ready to die cause I'm broke, wanna take what I see
But I'm high so I float, you dont wanna be where I be!
I give it, I give it real, shit I hustle to clinch bills
Eyes on me, nuts in bitches faces, Clinton couldnt get this feel
So I jus tell niggas to get on they feet, it aint given
The streets aint goin nowhere, you aint gon be surprised what you missin!
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