I say be happy with what you got.
You be happy.
Me, I want what's coming to me.
Oh, what's coming to you?
The top spot's empty and I'm here for the vacancy.
Y'all rappers is * up majorly.
You know when a greasy-haired * like me gets a shot at it,
everything's ass backwards.
It wouldn't have it any other way,
and this couldn't happen any day,
but today.
So what do you say we turn it up a notch?
Burn it hot, bourbon and scotch.
Forget what I said, man, I got this.
Watch.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm about to go for what I know.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm about to go for what I know.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm about to go for what I know.
BLX, Malco, one time check it.
Yo, time's precious.
I move fast,
break *,
then say eff it and live through the wreckage.
I spit that one-two check it quick like melons get split.
Two-time felons bailing straight off the bricks.
The feds got case and they making it stick.
Always the big-mouth pelicans with the skeletons.
Cops is elephants,
ain't forgetting *,
and they just caught you with your pants down.
Taking no *,
live and let live,
high finesse this.
I got perspective, cause I'm perceptive.
A motherfucker that loves what he does,
so everything he does is a plus for us.
So I'ma do what I do well,
drop the Huels,
hustle,
two for now,
ice skate through hell,
just to change the game.
Look back when we're gray with canes
and just laugh at how far we came.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm about to go for what I know.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, I'm about to go for what I know.
Some kid in the house one time.
I'm from a family of fighters,
a dynasty of providers.
My priorities don't land me in Gotham City or Salem.
I'm Morpheus and opiates crawling across the ceiling.
My catalog's an orphanage of prodigal children,
yeah.
I fought for what I got and pounded when I needed dough.
Money growing trees,
you know,
depending on the seeds you sow.
Each season, mo, greenbacks on my vine and such.
Branches have you damaged,
ready plucking when it's ripening up.
* with the mighty,
touch Vesuvius,
just might erupt.
I can just light him up with that fire dust and tidy up.
Desperado in Nevada,
on a stallion named survival.
* my cheese,
my wind,
bravado,
swallow pride like holy water.
Used to be concerned with how folks who don't know me saw me.
Then I got preoccupied with how they music faulty.
But the muses called me,
told me that was paltry.
Sorcerers and politics don't mix in if they do.
It's costly.
You got work to do.
Foodies kids ain't got no legends to be bigger than life.
For years, you must go undetected.
Watch the cycle of fame and entertainment unaffected.
One day you'll be sicker than a mom.
It's really unaffected.
We timeless.
Just reminded to my homies,
Malky,
the Milky Way,
the army and the homies all around me.
Be who you are.
Be visionary in the face of peril.
Your spirit so aged like a Piscopalian whiskey barrels.
Hungry in my 20s,
thirsty in my 30s,
futuristic in my 40s. Shorties gunning
for me when they get my formula.
I'll be in Mongolia,
traveling naturally with the alchemy of euphoria.
Thankfully,
I'm a warrior obsessed with preparation over money,
over fame and over reputation.
Because what we got ahead is bigger than your fear of dying.
So ask me once again why I'm rhyming.
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