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Lyrics

[Verse 1] As I walk through the valley o' the shadow o' death I realize slowly that the reign of the left Gotta dig myself out a hole I made a long time ago It's the standard story Too much death, too many wrong bets Took a dive with the wrong skip Burned too much green on wrecks But I told you now I'm done with that flex I'm ready to move on from these lean effects Can't do shit when I'm mean at best So, what's the point on me doin' this if Generally all I do is wake up in the day And straight awake get myself biffed Then my mind shuts down And I don't see how I can sort my life out like this 'Cuz at the moment I'm all over the place trying to run this race Without knowing to go next (My mind is a brick) [Verse 2] Take a left turning or the right one Which one's right I don't know But either way It's the next stage in a hype run This is my life son Got decks to phase So I'm unlike any other guy Except 'cuz I scraped all my strife Comes to the surface So imagine that For a living All you doing is spitting bout' the fact That you got no purpose [Verse 3] So I'm sitting at the bottom of a hole Trying to find a ladder in the zone So I can make a quick escape Trying to find my way To that little place Where I can say that I put that shit behind me And started a new phase No longer will I be grimey like you, waste And they know who they are And if they don't work hard Then they're gonna end up falling back in the race Second place won't do for me Every time I spit bars I just wanna bruise a beat But that's just the impact That you get from Burning zoots and being a waste generally Now I had enough of that shit So I better pack shit up And get back to this rapping stuff 'Cuz people seem to like it When I'm on the mic It gets the crowd hyped and I can't get enough (My mind is a brick) [Verse 4] Right Now I'm set All I gotta do now is come through With the goods at the end of the bet That I made with myself That I've got to improve my bars and my health 'Cuz there's no point in me Doing this If I'm gonna shoot and miss With a flimsy L If I'm coming through the fight Then I'm gonna do it right And build a fat one and smoke it straight to hell