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Yo, ever since I heard that beat, I been feelin' it deep, Got my heart on the streets, motherfucker, no sleep. Dreamin' 'bout the throne, yeah, I’m claimin' my spot, Ain't just chasin' fame, I’m a beast, I’m a plot. Hop it, non-stop, got my eyes on the grind, King of the block, yeah, I'm one of a kind. I ain't here for the games, I’m enforcein' my fate, If I can't break through, then I contemplate hate. Eyes wide open, ain't no time to be blind, Hypnotized motherfuckers, stay lost in rewind. From freestyle flows to metaphors that elevate, Meditation on the mic, makin' moves I orchestrate. Rap's a violent dance, but I’m here to make peace, Even when I spit fire, I’m never one to cease. Disrespectin' the hustle? Nah, that ain’t my steez, But if you ain't on my level, then just get off my G’s. Flexin’ on the blocks, yeah, we ballin' like kings, Thuggin' through the struggles, we don’t need no fake flings. Livin' a life of hustle, dodgin' one time's snatch, You might wanna know me, I’m the one you can't catch. I’m risin’ from the ashes, born from the gutter, Real life tales, not no fantasy or clutter. Street dreams, big schemes, manifestin' my fate, Ain't no stoppin' this flow, I'm the real heavyweight. So roll with me, bitches, if you down for the ride, Keepin' it 100, never lettin’ shit slide. This is the anthem, the rise of the thug king, We gon’ bring the heat, while our souls take wing.
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Yo, ever since I heard that beat, I been feelin' it deep, Got my heart on the streets, motherfucker, no sleep. Dreamin' 'bout the throne, yeah, I’m claimin' my spot, Ain't just chasin' fame, I’m a beast, I’m a plot. Hop it, non-stop, got my eyes on the grind, King of the block, yeah, I'm one of a kind. I ain't here for the games, I’m enforcein' my fate, If I can't break through, then I contemplate hate. Eyes wide open, ain't no time to be blind, Hypnotized motherfuckers, stay lost in rewind. From freestyle flows to metaphors that elevate, Meditation on the mic, makin' moves I orchestrate. Rap's a violent dance, but I’m here to make peace, Even when I spit fire, I’m never one to cease. Disrespectin' the hustle? Nah, that ain’t my steez, But if you ain't on my level, then just get off my G’s. Flexin’ on the blocks, yeah, we ballin' like kings, Thuggin' through the struggles, we don’t need no fake flings. Livin' a life of hustle, dodgin' one time's snatch, You might wanna know me, I’m the one you can't catch. I’m risin’ from the ashes, born from the gutter, Real life tales, not no fantasy or clutter. Street dreams, big schemes, manifestin' my fate, Ain't no stoppin' this flow, I'm the real heavyweight. So roll with me, bitches, if you down for the ride, Keepin' it 100, never lettin’ shit slide. This is the anthem, the rise of the thug king, We gon’ bring the heat, while our souls take wing.
I can dig it. I love the delivery and artist of you was starting shell around you and you can see it. I love the uptempo also. Keep doing your thing big dawg. I'm feeling your techniques. 🫡 salute 💯🔥🎤
good vibes good flow stay lit stay grinding 💪
love you all
Spittin' rhymes tougher than concrete, straight grit! 🪨
Droppin' bangers heavy as a sledge, pure toughness! 🔨