Chyea

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Sick of waiting for my time/ plus my bank card got declined/ im just trying to find the signs of life's illustrious design/ yeah/ i think im going out my mind/yeah/ bet you feel me when I rhyme/yeah
Yeah x5/ i think im going out my mind/yeah/ bet you feel me when i rhyme/yeah

[Verse 1]
Had to promise mom im okay/ rude boy ima put my palm in yo face/ niggas in my state still stuck in 08'/ this ain't cold case can't go back to those days/why?/ Niggas talk a lotta junk/ call me Ray im out the dump/ im flexin like big poppa pump/ kickin shit dont block my punt// i yell cut bitch i stop the stunt/ im on some real Spielberg shit/ i stand up on real Bill Burr shit/ i did that real deal 3rd shift/ yeah/ i was livin day to day x5 just to pay the bills/ locked and loaded time to take the field/ i got drive never made me yield/ gettin numbers doesnt make me real/ shakin bakin rakin' all the cake in/ never patient racin' I ain't never waitin/
Gotta get it right x4

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[Verse 2]
School didn't work so i started trappin mp3's/ move with the work i was trynna fill them empty seats/ feel like kobe in the clutch or ginobli in the cut the one and only out the bunch/ when i spit they sit up like a crunch/ sus as fuck dont fuck up like a duntz/ broke iphone in my pocket/ im plugged in the socket/ ima skate off/ take off/ like the 08' rockets/oh/ no they jockin/ oh/ failure not an option/dont/ miss your shot like Eric Snow/ whoa/ life is very cold/ i need mine like right away/ i hit that pine then ride away/ retreat back to my hideaway/ all night i just lie awake knowing i could die today/ gotta get it right x4

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