Azure the Paradox - BE NOT AFRAID

I think I might be happy
I want him more than dead, I'll split his friggin' head open!
Be not afraid when I step in the room
What would a real nigga do?
Not linking with bitches I'd rather get gold with the crew
Wiping yo shit off my shoe
Not posing with gang, you playing to lose
Been breaking her back like I'm breaking the rules
I came with some thangs they busting in twos
I'm dancing with Uzis, you better move
A hell of a vision I'm really that dude
She hating my confidence saying I'm rude
That water of life got me changing my views
So how can I simp when I'm living my truth?
Been self destructing and sending some nukes
So get out of my way fore you swept with the broom
Brought sand to the beach I be seeing my dune
Got blue in the eyes I been changing the hue
Wait, too damn old to be down and bad I'd rather be bad and bougie
Why would I give you a chance to come fuck with the man when you nothing but a groupie
Might ghost on a bitch she piss me off I promise it get real spooky
Bitch I pop back up like Jesus smash on a shawty in the back of the viewing
5 foot 7 but I stand on top of you niggas I'm Patrick Ewing
2018 I was running that fade lil bitch I'm back and still improving
Motherfuckers still can't pronounce my goddamn name so best be introducing
Bitch I'm ATP and Murakami the realest to ever do shit
Be not afraid when I step in the room
What would a real nigga do?
Not linking with bitches I'd rather get gold with the crew
Wiping yo shit off my shoe
Not posing with gang, you playing to lose
Been breaking her back like I'm breaking the rules
I came with some thangs they busting in twos
They wanted the tape, I'm bringing it soon
Bitch if Imma die then Imma go out with a bang
Hiroshima, Nagasaki, bitch I'm flyer than them planes
Been with the same team we ain't never hit a trade
My niggas Ruff Ryders got the Cradle 2 Da Grave (Talk to em)
Couple of things I never could lose
I'm playing the ruse
You don't want smoke with them cancer sticks
I shatter your Vuse
How you tryna gaslight me in my car
You couldn't afford the fuel
Thinking I'm writing these songs about you
You couldn't fit the shoes
Fuck being modest I'm bodying shit like a surgeon
Closing the curtain
Flipping a bag, she want her a bag
But she don't deserve the Birkin
I had to yeet her out of my life
Bitch I be rocking a turban
Be not afraid when I show up in person
Been the superior version

Written by:
Clement Daubresse, Michael Forrest

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