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BIghommyyou gonna overlook me, I'm always in the kitchen labels cross the room, my name on walls is written my poem overflowing, I'm Charles of the Dickens while talkin about me, I'm cooking piece of chickens no time waste, I put in work on the weekends looking on my words, I've written every sentence sleeping down on me, ma nigahs still on basement my head popped out, I'm looking for my placement. goals far from reach, just need some patiance eybady a story, not all are flying ambiance you need some respect, better put in some absence time will catch up, who ever is in my presence I'm built for this rafters, they screaming on my rapture took some time to capture, but what's is there to answer remains of a captor, my story's not even a chapter on top of the numbers, calls from 9ths wonders my legacy is upwards, I dug answers from the trenches I'm knocking on the hussle, the doors finna open deeming on my shine, I know that I'm the chosen brick by brick, I'm finna get to the closet. pocket full ot commas, dream to be a doyen names has been spoken, my shadow is like a rocket dip me in the ocean, I'm first on the tandem a raven in the motion, I gotta get my potion when they bring commotion, I'm last to bring emotions don't care about the socials, a private lounge in London welcome to the luncheon, I'm Steven on the dungeons army with a dozen, a team that on a tunnels say the wrong sentence, my figures in the buttons be on my wrong side, I'm calling on the summons the judge puts in the warrants, if Tryna run the forest shit is not in torrents, I burn it on the forex if ya don't get the context, bitcch why don't you forget still on this gospel, that hip hop on the rockets boombap is my solace, just like Christopher Wallace writing down commandments, the eleventh is the balance bighommiey in my talent, I'm running down this palace. give me some new challenge, this shit is all now garbage prepare for the rampage, my office has a mandate remeber the promulgate, held a sword on my right hand the truth is my burgain, I tell it on a sunday
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you gonna overlook me, I'm always in the kitchen labels cross the room, my name on walls is written my poem overflowing, I'm Charles of the Dickens while talkin about me, I'm cooking piece of chickens no time waste, I put in work on the weekends looking on my words, I've written every sentence sleeping down on me, ma nigahs still on basement my head popped out, I'm looking for my placement. goals far from reach, just need some patiance eybady a story, not all are flying ambiance you need some respect, better put in some absence time will catch up, who ever is in my presence I'm built for this rafters, they screaming on my rapture took some time to capture, but what's is there to answer remains of a captor, my story's not even a chapter on top of the numbers, calls from 9ths wonders my legacy is upwards, I dug answers from the trenches I'm knocking on the hussle, the doors finna open deeming on my shine, I know that I'm the chosen brick by brick, I'm finna get to the closet. pocket full ot commas, dream to be a doyen names has been spoken, my shadow is like a rocket dip me in the ocean, I'm first on the tandem a raven in the motion, I gotta get my potion when they bring commotion, I'm last to bring emotions don't care about the socials, a private lounge in London welcome to the luncheon, I'm Steven on the dungeons army with a dozen, a team that on a tunnels say the wrong sentence, my figures in the buttons be on my wrong side, I'm calling on the summons the judge puts in the warrants, if Tryna run the forest shit is not in torrents, I burn it on the forex if ya don't get the context, bitcch why don't you forget still on this gospel, that hip hop on the rockets boombap is my solace, just like Christopher Wallace writing down commandments, the eleventh is the balance bighommiey in my talent, I'm running down this palace. give me some new challenge, this shit is all now garbage prepare for the rampage, my office has a mandate remeber the promulgate, held a sword on my right hand the truth is my burgain, I tell it on a sunday
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