[Verse 1] I ain't afraid to shine different, c'mon Devoted life to the dream of lights and fortune and fame I might just gain the vision or just might be livin in vain See in the game it's cool strolls and platinum thugs Stack the cash, drugs and women Bubble in crime, trouble in time I stay humble with mine Had drama for words Encountered some birds who tried to take the shine But I'm illuminating like a thousand frozen wrists in the glint of the sun Worth the Franklin Mint and Wall Street combined into one They can't see it yet though Different like niggas saying petrol For gas, english metric system, graded on the past Just trying to reach y'all, no one's at my arms length Wanna stay in the race but slowly running out of breath They all alike, can't understand, maybe it's safest To play the role and be another glitch in The Matrix Repetitive flow, embedded in dough I run the risk of pissin everybody off But I don't care if you know
[Hook] Yo I'm on the line like white, china, table Lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time man Fuck y'all, say it Bring it, lay it all out for the shit; nigga, no, doubt Fuck real, I'm right, told you the last time Things ain't different, say it Bring it, I'm on, now [Verse 2] Quit for good, too many times, shit maybe I should But it won't prevent rejection reappearing in life I even lay the toughest down for you Paint the ground blood, pain for you Only so that you feel me right Then hear me tight from the ills perhaps But not a lot of scenes like movie stills are fleeing from fiends and caps I had, thrills and high spills, couple of hot chases Romance with Jacks Jills in dirty places No jail cell been filled and no court cases But committed murder of flesh Two of my own faces At best I'm, a dime each, not a dozen, never cheap Fornicated adultery once and now I never cheat Younger sibling or two Family dysfunctional Problem with being on time, hardly ever punctual Punchclocks give me the runs Just not in my blood Akki Y'all flashing guns at me, time to go Let it be
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[Verse 3] See I got these bill collectors Practically at the door chilling I can't explain to Visa how I'm trying to stack a million Hustle on the side for chump change It's not big time I only do it for fries, chicken and wine and hump days Reality spit, dudes and rap bitches sick of me And if they right, they still print I'm trying to do calligraphy All real, sit up just all night Just thinking it's all wrong Won't sleep 'til everything's alright I made brush fire noise I need four alarm Three A.M. on the lawn with two kids and one slipper on Blaze now, your days phase out like old sitcoms Tryin to save the show by putting new fucking kids on Love me or not Respect it for what it's worth I'm like a bundle of dough in a knot in a purse under your cot Undiscovered lines like connecting the dots It's gonna happen, sooner or later Fuck rapping, just giving data
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