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[VERSE I] I ain't vengeance but I'm bad, man Been livin' a life like a madman Been wreckin' 'cuz I'm mile away from the cyrus Pretendin' I'm okay with all 'em hoes around us Tryna gain the consciousness, reminiscin' emptiness Livin' life to establize the power of a mankind While we livin' lone, scare alone in the loneliness I'm done with all the bullshit that goes (This shit is lit) My dad says that I should be a civil servant But I only serve God since I am only human It's nothin' that I can do about it So I bump into all of these rap shit, and works so I can make a living out of it (This shit is lit) Calma, calma, it's your savior comesout so you can stop scrеam Mama, mama, "stop Martin, I know you had a dream But dreams only works if you put work into it and stop sellin' A work whеn it's only makes you stop workin' it, you feel me?" [VERSE II] Once had a job just to take someone from one place to one Couldn't stand a week and ended up leaving Makin' 10 dollars a week just to stand still and breathing Seeking' for affirmation just like my girl did to her feelin' Feels like a local Shakespeare when I wrote this "Way to heaven was fulfilled by unfinished good motive." One final wishes was told, so start over Remember we comes out canceling the culture Growin' up listenin' to Pac, and almost got shot by a cop When I was just about to hit 21, can't imagine if I was killed too Not everybody that died young is a legend But we can agree that every killer is a miscreant Comin' straight outta humtown, gotta make sure That you'd never be walkin' alone, don't be childish Inside, you ain't a redbone, put on your headphone on And hear out 'cuz this shit is dangerous This shit is dangerous This shit is dangerous This shit is lit [VERSE III] Nose bleeding every weekend, I'd be needed more sleep But that's the price you pay in this game to trade Less blood and less sleep, less nod and more straight Less ego and selfish, more happy and less grief No love, no hate, no crimes so no faith Takes no advice, takes no quarters unless you got laid Confession, sacrifiction, throw it all, what you wanna said? We only pray for ourself in the end, that's on my head Now let me flex a litlle bit SULTAN. is on the mic and bumpin' to another beat Creatin' first lit, cookin his first hit, if it's to you is a mid, you bitch LOMXX said fix your fuckin' refrence, kid Even when I create nothin' I still got sum' trouble on my mind I haven't reach the 8 mile but losin' myself for the first time 2 time, 3 time, 4 time, gone 1 go to goat, 3 shot for god? Done