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Yo, I'm spittin' rhymes like it's second nature, Biggie vibes, got the world as my paper, 405 on the track, feel the bass thump, Words heavy, watch 'em rise like a champ's jump. Life's a hustle, every line a reflection, From the block to the stage, pure perfection, Flow cold, but my heart’s on fire, Climbin' higher, never tire, I inspire. (Verse 2) Got that Brooklyn grit, yeah, I’m reppin’ hard, Every syllable sharp, cuttin' through like a shard, Dreams big, like my appetite for success, In this rap game, man, I'm feelin' blessed. Stackin' bars, like I’m buildin’ a throne, Legends never die, my spirit's in the zone, Rhymes tight, like a fresh pair of kicks, Biggie taught me how to flip the script, get rich.
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Yo, I'm spittin' rhymes like it's second nature, Biggie vibes, got the world as my paper, 405 on the track, feel the bass thump, Words heavy, watch 'em rise like a champ's jump. Life's a hustle, every line a reflection, From the block to the stage, pure perfection, Flow cold, but my heart’s on fire, Climbin' higher, never tire, I inspire. (Verse 2) Got that Brooklyn grit, yeah, I’m reppin’ hard, Every syllable sharp, cuttin' through like a shard, Dreams big, like my appetite for success, In this rap game, man, I'm feelin' blessed. Stackin' bars, like I’m buildin’ a throne, Legends never die, my spirit's in the zone, Rhymes tight, like a fresh pair of kicks, Biggie taught me how to flip the script, get rich.