[Verse 1]
Look I`m not a gimmick it`s not a rapper I`m tryin` to mimic
My life move about a mile a minute make the best of it while I`m in it
Talk shit I`ll never get offended I`m so pushin` to the limit
I can shake off 20 haters - ignore `em and handle my business
Highly hood got my name cement in
A treat to every rapper in the game or that seven up in it
5 6, but I stand tall
Built for war, sort of like Great Wall of China
Hear my footsteps like Yao Ming`s behind`cha
Don`t remind me, do whatever to you, fly back and there`d be
Hell on earth for you to find me
They say we all look alike, cook alike
But they ain`t know that we all crooks alike
I changed the game when I took the mic
In freestyle what it took for you to write
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I am here now say what you want
I know I got something you want
I am here now think what you want
This is my life let`s get it on
[Verse 2]
It`s like the curse bein` successful
The more progress the more stressful
Don`t ask about heart, I got a chest full
Throw into a cesspool of sex juice
So my next move is to elevate for the best view
I got a few things to confess too
They say I`m famous, I don`t feel special
Plucked from a few to be placed on a pedal stool
Only to be ridiculed and find out they wanna get rid of you
Once you in a pinnacle they try to limit you
From the start of your career until when they finish you
That`s why in interviews I keep my shit in minimal
And if I do say somethin` is a subliminal
Is it because I`m signed with killers and criminals?
It`s pitiful; this rap game is too political
But fuck it, I ain`t got shit else to do
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[Verse 3]
Y`all, y`all
You ain`t gotta give me my respect, I`ma take it
You gotta punch me in tonight, I`ma lay it
You gotta loan me no money, I`ma make it
And I`ll do anythin` that I can get away with
I say what I want, take it how you take it
Media hype that I`ve created has enhanced my hatred
I came from the basement, rolls among the stars like a space ship
Face it, there is no replacement
Time you spent lookin` for the one is time wasted
I`m too defined, my design you can`t trace it
So, give it up I ain`t bitter but
I`m sick enough to take my contract and rip it up
Plus my friends say I`m forgettin` stuff
Is it `cause I failed to get in touched while I`m out rappin, travelin`,
gettin` bucks
And my hearts in my Miami indeed
Oh I ain`t forget, I just got my family to feed
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