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It's crazy how
I'm always on the billboards but they act like They don't know me
My legacy's gon fade away
I'm ballin like I'm Kobe
All my bars are illustrated
Just like it's Adobe
I put my wrist on ice
And it froze just like a Rollie
Got a lot of problems
I can't stress bout that
Dime no Roosevelt
I'm from the four swing it like Dak
Getting kinda hyper
When I find me a new track
No a vegan I like beef
I'm talking bout the smack
Yeah
Back in the beginning uh
Remember how we stepped in?
Everyday a battle
Kicking demons out like Tekken
Always on my grind yeah
You know it ain't no resting
We not press rewind yeah
We getting every rep in
Going through some stuff
Finding out who really got me
Thought I had my whole squad
They chilling in the lobby
Fighting for my life
It been feeling like karate
Hopping on the beat
Find somebody who gon stop me yet?
I been so alone
It been feeling like it's horror
Turns out God's the only man
Who's chilling in my corner
Can't have nothing if I ain't the
Number one scorer
Store up all my feelings and my thoughts
Like a hoarder
Up and down my wristband ocean
Feeling like the tide
Back then I was tripping
Now I keep my laces tied
Shooter on the court
And then a shooter on the live
Stuck up in the mud
I put it in four wheel drive
Flipping on the beat
It been feeling like hibachi
Thought you was my friend
But you ratting like takashi
I been taking stuff it's the only thing
Had calmed me
I been making green
I don't wear it like I'm rocky

It's crazy how
I'm always on the billboards but they act like They don't know me
My legacy's gon fade away
I'm ballin like I'm Kobe
All my bars are illustrated
Just like it's Adobe
I put my wrist on ice
And it froze just like a Rollie
Got a lot of problems
I can't stress bout that
Dime no Roosevelt
I'm from the four swing it like Dak
Getting kinda hyper
When I find me a new track
No a vegan I like beef
I'm talking bout the smack
Yeah
If we in the offseason
We doing all the mocks
But if we in the fourth quarter
We eying on the clock
New youngins in the game
Up on every single block yeah
Do not say her name yeah
Like it's Chris Rock uh
He was in the longest yard
We bouta go a mile
Ima spit it so hard
It might break your spinal
I'm making heads spin 360
Like a vinyl
The freestyle past due
So every bar is final

Written by:
Carter Black

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