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One Blunt now my mind is elevated Scripting with pen so my nightmares translated I'm faded ash from the blunt looks cremated Views from my past got me feelin jaded Killin every beat that's an understatement Don't do it for cash but I'm thankful for every payment Not many streams so I guess I'm underrated On time though I patiently waited Now I look back Thank God that I waited Up early thankful just to see another morning Didn't sleep like I was pitchin rocks on the corner Climbin the ladder tryin to get across the border Toppin the charts looking to rearrange the order They might kill me once they label me a martyr I'll rise like the first four letters of starter I feel like a alien but my last name ain't Carter I lost everythang even gave part of my heart up Her number still the same but I wouldn't dare call her My mood done change and I flow like water A fresh fade make me feel like I'm taller A check every week make me feel like I'm ballin I got two strikes though I'm not good at bowlin I study pythons like I'm tryin to learn codin I need more hangers cuz I'm not used to foldin If you really wanna know let me show you how I holdin I'm burning bush like a forest fire Listen to the Lord everything he told me never be a liar Told me free myself out the cage I'm a roarin lion Every verse filled with praise I can't be quiet I'm speakin from the heart had to let go of my pride What I'm feelin Pain or hurt I couldn't decide For my friends I was always down to ride What they do came dress in disguise Now I ride solo slight ego by my side Ain't got a rollie but I can tell it's time I keep dope bars I got illicit lines Ya'll got ghost writers that's why they cosign They might not listen it's the sound of the reign It's a coal world just to steam up the train I pay installments just to rock 2 chains I'm goin this way and I made my own lane Maybe the same book but we on a different page I changed up my tone helps me handle my rage Pen to the pad then I deliver with flames This who I am not a actor on stage I came through the concrete Thanks to God's grace I was spinnin my wheels sittin in last place Stopped focused on the bread ended up with more cake And now that I'm winnin and I like the taste Came through the concrete Thanks to God's grace I was spinnin my wheels sittin in last place
Writer(s): Greg Crear Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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