Blast Off

Uh ya'll been stuck up on my last nerve
I'ma talk my shit till the fucking meter burns
Bringing out my dreams spewin out all these words
Everything I own or deserve ya'll know I earned
When you local artists gonna learn
You ain't been on my level
I could bring the bag and the shovel
Where is your hustle from your so called struggles
These are pantry bars they wouldn't fit in the duffel
I could fuck around and switch up the cadence
Still to young to not be the greatest
Yet to great to not be the latest
I can't wait to come back and show that I made it

Looked at this life and I knew I was born for this
They say I'm switching up that's metamorphosis
Heard ya'll new style you stuck on that boring shit
Time for me to step away from all of that basicness
Ya'll stay hoopin at the wrong one
Sold your soul during the day for less then a penny son
But I'm stacking my plate like a late night Denny's run
But when it's all said and done
They will remember me
Not the kid up in high school passing around and selling CD's
Not the kid who failed his first performance up inside a club down in the D
Not the kid who killed any opponent on any single type of beat
But as a man who worked hard and turned himself into a god emcee
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