Wanna tell me how to live, They wanna tell me how to live, They tell me what I can and cant do, like they got me leash, I can’t be controlled b, I grew up on the streets, Yeah I’m hearing you but I ain’t really hearing it, Tell me not to rap, tell me not sing, huh Say I should give up that I’m pulling the wrong string, huh Got one reply for all your mother fucking comments bitch, I'm too fucking busy, that's why you gotta leave a message bitch, Opinions used to matter, but my heart turned cold I guess it’s for the better, Practicing my craft and I think I am getting better, ay Cause now I’m spitting fire just like a beretta, ay Tommy Gun, I think my mother was a fortune teller, ay Keeping my shit charged, like a mother fucking battery, Yeah I play full court but homie you ain’t judging me, na YouTube payin’ well, but I’m needing something quicker, ay So I started rappin’ get my bank account bigger, ay Money in the bank, money in the bank, hoe, Heard you hated it but it’s your girl’s new favorite song, ay Craze be the name, you gon hear it again, Young guy with a fucking impeccable plan, Just anotha kid with a big fucking dream All my cards on the table, I'm going all in, Rhymin' with heat, you can throw away your burners. Got the golden bullet imma aim it at the heavens Fam you used to hate me now you send me requests, Remember girls snobbed me, now send me directs, Running this rhymth like geometry dash, Future seem drizzy like digital dash, Ya’ll got me heated, ya’ll got me snapping, Got me going oout my mother fucking way!
Yeah they say they love me but they don’t wanna see me grow, Guess they gotta bluff when there just ain’t no cash involved, You think that I need you but the truth is that I don’t, I am blessed with talents, no I never do no wrong, Fuck on watchu think yeah, Fuck on watchu think, I play this game my way, I’m climbing the food chain, the weak gon be my prey, ay Chasing dreams, til they dreams I gotta chase no more, I ain’t stopping til I get what I worked for,
Hold up’ hold up’ Why they laughing? I got fans and they got none This shit go hard, and I’m wylin’ Making real scrilla but they be stuntin’ They wantin’ a shoutout, nah fuck that shit This ain’t ellen bitch, get off that shit. They see my fans and dey want that shit, They see my fans and dey want that shit, Runnin' on the beat, ya’ll gettin’ cold feet Never judge too quick, this shit aint no fucking sprint, Bitch if you ain’t with it, imma cut you like an edit Just forget like it never happened, I can’t give no effort to waste effort Don’t take me for granted, I don’t give no second chances I don’t really care about the consequences as long there’s advances, Paranoid about what’s next, hence I keep my eggs in different nests, ay The EP finna be my next test,
Doing one thing has never been enough for me, Late night visions keep me company, The bigger picture separates them from me Yeah, I used to try to fit in, but alone is exactly how I should be, I am the golden child, Watchu think I dye my hair gold for? I am the director of this chapter, never the gofer Yeah, Wrote this shit on a drive back home from Portland, These days everybody wanna act like they important, Hi-jack other people’s lives with their opinions, But fact of the matter is we’re all each other’s minions,
Yeah, Vented, Now I’m vented. Yeah, Re-invented, yeah.
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