SC4Real - A Winners Anthem

This circle is reserved for
The blood thirsty
Show no mercy
The grind all the time
Overtime on Thursday
King of the hill
On the real I heard that it's haunted
America's most wanted
Looks like me
Hold up
Simplicity
In a complex form
I bring the storm
Relax your mind and
Let the vibe swarm you
Presidential stature
I'm the X factor
The flow hardcore
I'm talking table chairs and ladders
Money and power
Get the baddest women in the shower
I'm in my zone only thinking
Conquer and devour
Every hour on hour
Is a idea
Mystical allure
But you know the man right here
Jim Jones vibe I can't lie
I guess I'm Vamping
A couple more shots
I'm pass good
I'm outstanding
I took off with my migos
Ain't no telling when we landing
Backpack rhymes
but you know I ain't camping

To the new rivals
I hope you get the message
With all blessings
In action you might be missing
Backpack rapper with serial intentions
I must apologize
For the time that I wasted
Trapped in my own mind
I thought I wouldn't make it
Mind blowing abilities
Like Neo in matrix
Superstar aura even when I dress basic
Nightmares of success
Left your boy shaking
But I born to be great
I might as well embrace it
You had it locked until I drop
Yeah go and take six
Killing it Michael Myers style
Slow pacing
I got real with myself
But people say I'm changing
I got my focus back
Sniper rifle back aiming
Two champaign bottles
Dancing like Damon
Yeah I hope you don't forget
SC cool Rebel
Ain't nothing to play with

Versatile and subtle wild
Oh you wanna love me now
Played me in the past
I gotta laugh
You fuckin clown
Round and round here we go
Something like the merry go
I'm stuck in this phase
Bumping Maze before I let go
This feel like Miami nights
Vibe on a 1000
Mansion blueprints
But I came from public housing
Announcing my name
I feel proud never shame
I do my thing
Turn the volume up let the beat bang
Pressure on game tight
Never sweat in the light
Bacardi lime mix the sprite
I like em all straight or dike
Plus the Minaj type
Money get cha life right
Haters wanna end ya life
When they doe ain't looking right
Ima play the whole field
Boy I made my own lane
Big cuz showed me love
Told me no to cocaine
Smooth as a summer breeze
I'm stuck in your memory
Two letters one name
Singing out SC

Written by:
Ricardo Smith

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