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[Verse 1] Bar flipping for whoever will listen I been your favorite Heard my first verse from hot 97 feel like I made it Give up this shit and just scramble nights that I made it Gave my better half to music still underappreciated Overlooked this is somethin' that we created Nigga will rather run from the culture yet come for the easy payment Stuck with the cliché got the belief to change it Overshadow with the thought of you possibly being famous Wanted never run from the cops and they brain [?] Its so easy to forget sunny days the rain raised us I felt some kind of therapy joinin' the cypher Had to jot to keep my hands still made me strong as a writer Flew past the stage as a hobby song of a lifer Took undivided attention it's cool long as I like her Somewhere down the line flirtin' turn into love Out here waitin' for my turn to reap Tournament for the thugs [Hook] We got all this history but you don't fuck with me like you used to do Can't you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true I been front row at the funeral hopin' I catch your contact Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract Doubtful I'ma ever get my mind back [Verse 2] You no longer need what I'm bringin' that's what you're tellin' me Turn your back on my wisdom for catchin' melodies Lemme guess theres a line of rappers ahead of me Planted my hood flag in the ground where they can never be Bunch of crabs in the barrel pile on the jealousy Further I got away found me stepping down from celebrity You don't deserve hospitality be a casualty Body strung up for cavalry knot right along with your battery Too many lacking the knowledge fraudin' for salary Took this shit in my own hands being all that I had to be The game is muffled now need a moment of clarity Your work is a reflection just leave it home, don't embarrass me Born into hip hop you feel a bar set raise when my shit drops Most dangerous drug right out the zip lock Plug me into your system and get a lit block Had to adapt to what it went through Pistol on hip cocked [Hook] We got all this history but you don't fuck with me like you used to do Can't you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true I been front row at the funeral hopin' I catch your contact Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract Don't feel I'ma ever get my mind back