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You already know who it be, it's King B-I-B, comin' from the land of the trees Way too many talents that I bleed but I chose this to work out for me I have a dream, you already heard that I'm a king, but I'm out here doin' Martin Luther things Steady tryna bring some peace and love but it's never enough, everybody got swings Including me, nothing is perfect, what an absurd kinda word to converse with Birthed with a curse that we really don't deserve and it's worse cuz the final place we're goin' is a hearsе Trust this verse, it don't matter the purse, I don't care if you're the best damn nurse on this Earth But we all gotta work, carry on through the hurt, we deserve as perfect as can be, we come first Tell me that I'm selfish, tell me all I can about in life is that I'm wealthy I'mma prompt you right on quickly over through to Elm St, I can't count that dollars that I threw when hearing "help me!" Talk about the dollars that I spent when we were all fine, now we're not together and it's like we never met and never spent time Pretty sure it's cuz I'm tryna get mine, never really online, unless I'm tryna give y'all showtime Why do we know what we need, what we're destined to be, but we don't try our best? Why do we live just to die? I can't find the reason why, maybe I should think less Maybe I should change my process, lookin' inside of yourself is never nonsense Living to die? I'm dying to live, and K Bibbles is a one and only concept – godsent Y'all too much, y'all need stuff, but it really ain't a need, you just wanna show off I've been there, it's like handcuffs but it's tough when ya make hella green flippin' puff – drugs Little bit of Molly, make a bitch fall in love, bump a bit of blow off my nuts for a dub So much butt, what's up? Tryna bust up in them guts Tell me, why don't we all speak our minds? It'd be healthy What's the point of beatin' 'round the bush and bein' stealthy? Why you think I started makin' music? Cuz it helps me I got people sayin' what they think Drink a few brews feel cool, then I sink Self-sabotage, know the cause and the link Got kinks in it like we all do, need sync This is what I'm after, create love and create laughter Show the world there ain't a benefit in makin' chatter TMZ and fake news – media disaster Fishin' with the bait, causin' hate, it don't matter All they give a shit about is makin' pockets fatter Tellin' us the facts, well, it's never been a factor Fact or fiction, we listen like ass blast pastors I'm an adapter, everything I see is so clear, I'm the master Hate yourself? Write a brand new chapter Makin' excuses only makes you an attacker of yourself, hurt the most important person in your life, nobody else, such a negative effect You know what's best? When you put in work and see the progress Never settle for anything less than success
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- PREMISE on the BEAT