FLiP - Effort

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Til we die

Effort
Effort
Effort
Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die

Effort
Effort
Effort
Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die

Effort
Effort
Effort
Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die

Why you offer me advice
You don't even take your own
Why you pick apart my life
Ain't gon' say what I just wrote
I got problems with people for sho
Problems with people you probably know
If you gon' say what you say than just say it
But if you can't say it to me then just don't
Cause I ain't a fan of the fake folks
If you was an actor you'd stay broke
Don't tell me what you would do if you was in my shoes
You ain't even really fit your own
I'm working that 9 to 5
Married and tryna pay bills while I rap on the side
Just tryna provide and live it right
Zero time for the lies you supply
Yeah the line straight imma soldier
Ain't about to sell my soul sir
I got enough on my shoulders
Don't come around and tamper with my motives
I coulda died in that car crash
Staying up late to record raps
Gathered up sense and paid attention
Keep it 100 and nothing less than
I don't owe no debt to no one but my pride
Cannot settle for tomorrow
I'd rather put in the work and learn to grind
People pressing buttons tryna run my life
And they call out my rhymes like they got a say in it
I'm doing me and as long as I know that I'll skate with it
Ain't tryna play with it out of face or I'm breaking it it
Right from the basement I'm aiming for

Effort
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Til we die

Effort
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Strive
Effort
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Til we die

Effort
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Effort
Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die

Effort
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Strive
Effort
Effort
Til we die

I gotta work for this I got no one helping
So I learned more than just the art of flowing
And a hard performance I'm producing making all beats for this
Ain't no ghost writers in these comic books
Ain't no co signers I'm a joke kinda cause I don't try to be a dope writer
That forget the message like I'm Joe Biden
Now I'm flowing harder than the ocean water
Ain't no drip about me bring a whole tsunami
Chop it up hibachi treat it like it's Tai-chi
When I go karate on this beat it's bodied
I'm a young teen with a dumb dream
Stevie wonder feelings how I'm unseen
But I stay steady you a dumb being
If you judge me by the ka-Ching
Need to learn to leave me be
Tryna be humble and take a seat
I only shoot shots on a beat
No chilling pursue plot and repeat
Don't think nobody relate to me
Pretty sure that I got ADD
Can't hold a flow more than 18 beats
Say what you say to me
I been putting in the effort setting a new record
Tryna hit new levels finally hit my best and now I'm tryna best it
Got no time for resting imma teach a lesson this is not no guessing
Imma be the goat the proof is in booth session like

Ooh
Cash it jus fall out my pockets
I just be head' to the top of
The game I just pay off my problems
Imma jump in that brand new Ferrari
And I'm a target and I go harder
Cause I got racks on my wrist got that cargo
Smoking so good if you whiff it you tripping
Me and yo mama like polo and marco
Yeah yeah
I get the bag
Yeah yeah
Lady be bad
Yeah yeah
Pull up me bruh I pull out the strap
Pull out the cash your girl get distracted
Ooh ooh
I got a bad one
Ooh ooh
I lit a fat one
Ooh ooh
Never be be cappin'
I put red stain in your gucci
I play the drums with the uzi
Love with the stack like It's Lucy
Aye do the hot dog like you goofy
Sparkle in diamond I'm signing the label to me
The way it us usually
Got your kid on that purple he think he gon' merc one
And now his mama wanna sue me

Took me 3 minutes to write that
It took y'all point five seconds to buy that
I'm right back on em with the flow though
Ain't suited for this like you frozone
Wait how much for a snow cone
Eenie meanie miney I'm picking another target
If anyone got a problem better be quiet about it
Cause I can tell what you're thinking
I'm Jean grey with a vision
I go rogue I'm sinister beast mode professor
Call storms from heaven I'm Wolverine but the kid tame
What I mean got threes in the wrist game
Jk couldn't bank if I did play
But the notepad shoot shots anyway
Figgedy wiggedy what I'm back in black music
Can't excuse the fact rap ain't new
And I'm paying homage to the history
And to the ones who'll prolly be dissin' me
But it's cool I fell in love with the music
Work on my talent and used it
Please don't confuse it I am not here to abuse it
I just wanna make a living killing every
Single beat that sing to me
It ain't a thing to me to be a king
Imma believe in me I see a dream
Me with a legacy nobody messing with
Bro it's a rap duh
At the bottom but I'm packed up
Dodging bullets with the back tuck
Crime fighting flows bat bust bat beats bat bounce
Batarang came back round
Enemies already flat out
Got em tripping they be sat down in the background amen
Forgive me Lord
I ain't mean to kill them with a raging sword
I got way too much that I could thank you for
Like the rapper bodies on the basement floor
Nah forget what I spat
I didn't come in this game to attack
Why is the spirit of rap so hard to push back
I wanna just spaz and beat em to crap
Lyrically tho I ain't violent like that
It's like how can I build if I'm trying to blast
I got so many thoughts I cannot seem to trash
I don't got me a ego I just like to rap
Or I just like the sound just like the beat
Been stuck in the house how hard could I be
My parents they labored to meet all my needs
I never went hungry I always been free
Ain't been in no gangs I don't know no G's
I never been popped pulled up with the piece
My parents were actually parents that taught me some manners
So laugh at what's right if you please
Homie I'm me that's all I could be
Not tryna get me a spot on the team
Listen or go follow or don't
I got a message yeah I got flow
Think I done demonstrated with this pen and paper
Only seven haters on the gram
That's cause there's maybe seven that'll listen
For a couple seconds 'for they bout to spam
Told em all quitting ain't an option
They gon' know just what I face
I ain't no gangster raised in Compton
But Imma be listed among the greats
Don't care if you label this hip-hop
Cause I don't think that I'd fit in
And I'm pretty sure that I don't want to
I'm kinda selective with friends
Bring this to an end they on a stretcher
Homie I'm blessed enough to bless ya
Class out of session if you been tested
Only passing if you gave it effort

Written by:
Jesse Wade

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