Everything feels like a movie
Everything feels like a movie I been getting behind my insecurities don't have that security Welcome my world, you wouldn't last will put you on blast, while wearing a mask, don't care to ask Tired and fed up Boy, I done been through some bad luck Ducking corners, i feel like I'm next up Addicted to all this Ketchup, salty whip my mess up. Brand new car And I bought it Niggas say I'm always the target Intellectual yeah, I got promise No need for school, imma get it regardless Cook up a new batch Make me look like a chef I'm told I'm the best 707, no second guessing Call me eleven imma end up in heaven I'm like a weapon Down to the east coast And the west coast seen ghosts Blowed smoke, couldn't let it go Apply that pressure I've been feeling like D Smoke When I get on that mic I go Relentless flow New bars Oh, who got bars Bet you'll be blasting this You ain't even half of this You ain't really after it Wish i could the hood was good It's supposed to be a sanctuary Not a place where you could do drive-bys And get away without zero penalty High in the skies huh Look at where talent lies Revolutionary minds Still in our time But you got baby mama's And niggas tryna fight Then they turn around And acts surprised When one of us dies What's the use in sharing a block? I'd you can't even walk past a house Cause you know you might get robbed What's the use in saying black lives matter? When in the hood, all you see is black guys chatter, about hitting licks And who to go after?
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Everything feels like a movie I been getting behind my insecurities don't have that security Welcome my world, you wouldn't last will put you on blast, while wearing a mask, don't care to ask Tired and fed up Boy, I done been through some bad luck Ducking corners, i feel like I'm next up Addicted to all this Ketchup, salty whip my mess up. Brand new car And I bought it Niggas say I'm always the target Intellectual yeah, I got promise No need for school, imma get it regardless Cook up a new batch Make me look like a chef I'm told I'm the best 707, no second guessing Call me eleven imma end up in heaven I'm like a weapon Down to the east coast And the west coast seen ghosts Blowed smoke, couldn't let it go Apply that pressure I've been feeling like D Smoke When I get on that mic I go Relentless flow New bars Oh, who got bars Bet you'll be blasting this You ain't even half of this You ain't really after it Wish i could the hood was good It's supposed to be a sanctuary Not a place where you could do drive-bys And get away without zero penalty High in the skies huh Look at where talent lies Revolutionary minds Still in our time But you got baby mama's And niggas tryna fight Then they turn around And acts surprised When one of us dies What's the use in sharing a block? I'd you can't even walk past a house Cause you know you might get robbed What's the use in saying black lives matter? When in the hood, all you see is black guys chatter, about hitting licks And who to go after?