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The lyrics paint a picture of self-made success and resilience, emphasizing the narrator's independent creative process and hard-won victories. Phrases like "I write my shit by myself" and "pen and pad for my health" establish a theme of solitary dedication. The narrator asserts their survival against significant odds, noting "Made it past 25 nigga n' I ain't dead or in jail" and possessing "thick skin and burn marks cause I done walked through hell." This foundation of struggle underpins a confident declaration of current success and future earnings, suggesting a deep-seated belief in their own value and marketability. A central tension arises from the juxtaposition of immense personal achievement and profound loneliness. Despite boasting about "winning squad" and the potential for "millions," the narrator confesses, "I feel I got no homies my life is so like lonely." This internal conflict between outward triumph and inner isolation is palpable, creating a complex portrait of a figure who has gained the world but perhaps lost connection along the way. The desire for escape is evident in the wish to "go there forever, travel to distant planets," highlighting a yearning for a different reality. The craft here is marked by vivid, often jarring, imagery and a relentless stream of cultural references. The comparison to "Mos Def got gold chains and permanent grills" and the mention of "diamonds on them BBS's" create a specific aesthetic of luxury and authenticity. Later, the narrator invokes "Michael Phelps" for his record-breaking achievements and "L. Ron Hubbard" for his unique spiritual journey, weaving a tapestry of admired figures. This technique of rapid-fire allusion serves to bolster the narrator's self-perception as an exceptional individual, capable of transcending conventional boundaries, even as it underscores a sense of detachment from ordinary life. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their raw, unfiltered expression of ambition, pain, and defiance. The narrator's ability to articulate both the external markers of success and the internal cost of that journey resonates deeply. The aggressive pronouncements, like "Young rich ass nigga fuck you bitch ass nigga's," coupled with the vulnerability of "I cry myself to sleep lightly," create a compelling, if contradictory, persona. It’s this blend of bravado and underlying melancholy, grounded in specific, often surprising, lyrical details, that makes the narrative so impactful.

Isa Muhammad - Rap

Isa ASAP Rocky

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[Intro] Ladadadadadadadedadeedahh Ladadadada Ladeedahh (x3) I write my shit by myself I write this shit for myself Pen and pad for my health And I don't need me no help He on the track thirty thousand miles, fly low stealth And I dun' suffered long days nigga, God knows well Best rapper in my family word to Mikel Made it past 25 nigga n' I ain't dead or in jail Got thick skin and burn marks cause I done walked through hell And on the winning squad nigga we don't take no L's And when your life be lookin' dark just know your light still dwell And when you waiting at the docks just know your ship gon' sail The label gotta cut the cheque you know this shit gon' sell It's too visceral to imagine if way too real It's like Mos Def got gold chains and permanent grills And diamonds on them BBS's and they shine when he grill And I just hope they know them bullets and them choppers is real I'm down forty million dollars and I'm plottin' for real I feel like Pusha T my album soundin' just like Pharrell The young brother broke the records for the streams and the sales And did it all with his real name and being himself Prayer meditation dope from them asteroid belts All them gold medals round his neck is that Michael Phelps? He seek solitude and silence nigga been by himself Young rich ass nigga fuck you bitch ass nigga's Tryin to hop on this ride this ain't Six Flags nigga Young rich ass nigga fuck you bitch ass nigga's Tryin to hop on this ride this ain't Six Flags nigga Black ski mask I dont bang flags nigga I wake up victorious most wins like the Warriors Put my packs in the corridor Spit them pictures them polaroids Bad bitches in corduroys Rollies and Rolls Royces All of these bad choices and all of these fuck niggas I feel I got no homies my life is so like lonely Cry me a fuckin' river and give me a hundred billion So I can go I can go there forever, travel to distant planets Go make me a turkey sandwich and told her not in Kansas They jealous my superpowers, they crackers they Colin Powell Give em a golden shower then lie to em bout the towers While smokin' on Austin Powers, the evil that I devour The demons that I discovered I feel like I'm L. Ron Hubbard I'm lethal like Danny Glover don't got no father no mother I'm Big Boi and Andre cousin I slept outside in the public I cry myself to sleep lightly then them tears turn to lightning Now it's Bape Jordan Nike just had to change up my psyche I invested in my spirit residuals in my pocket I feel like Chance the Rapper these labels they cannot stop it I'm a fashion icon Isa ASAP Rocky I'm a black gorilla hate you niggas young black Nazi And that's on everything I love Fuck you niggas Come against me and mine my nigga If I gotta go I'm taking at least three or four of you with me

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Isa ASAP Rocky

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