crime seen art. grain Lee
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Cold in the booth when I step with the pen Most of these guys just talk and pretend I stay focused, I rise, I ascend They throw shade but it bounce in the end I see fake when they smile in my face Two steps back, keep pace in my race Mind on the grind, I’m setting the pace Now they all tryna move in my space Pause… look… yeah I read that vibe Too many talk but they never slide I keep calm while the pressure rise Now the same ones watchin’ my climb Straight bars, no cap when I write these lines Every verse got weight, every word got spine Enemies talk but they stuck behind While I’m still moving ahead with time
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Cold in the booth when I step with the pen Most of these guys just talk and pretend I stay focused, I rise, I ascend They throw shade but it bounce in the end I see fake when they smile in my face Two steps back, keep pace in my race Mind on the grind, I’m setting the pace Now they all tryna move in my space Pause… look… yeah I read that vibe Too many talk but they never slide I keep calm while the pressure rise Now the same ones watchin’ my climb Straight bars, no cap when I write these lines Every verse got weight, every word got spine Enemies talk but they stuck behind While I’m still moving ahead with time
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Respect 🤜🤛
Killed it! 🎯