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Part I I'll probably come in like, uh Yeah, uh, January 14th Get y'all sh*t together, n***a Oh, oh, y'all really took the bait too Y'all really took the bait too, like, uh Nah, I got y'all Yeah, uh Who would've ever imagined or fathomed that we would actually make it off of rapping? (Uh) I had a feeling that this all would happen (Yeah) God's timing is perfect The last album was about finding your purpose This one start rewinding my verses You'll find a deeper message Been this way since my preconception (Uh) Before a lethal weapon (Yeah) Before I would tour with Jarad Higgins (Uh) Bеfore I was trippin' Before I еxited mental prisons Before the auditions, y'all all fake I use you n***as as bait, okay, that's law eight Belief in myself, that's raw faith (Hmm) I been seeing through y'all moves, okay, that's Spygate (Uh) I love to gamble with high stakes and learn from every loss that I take My mistakes are beautiful Twitter n***a in a office cubicle commentating on Black music, how foolish You must've just skimmed through it, how could you relate to it? The type of n***as I hate, uh Worldwide tours, I be filling rooms (Real) I do it for the kids that be feeling doom (Nah, for real) Uh, pills and shrooms all still consumed Pitchfork writers born with a silver spoon This that heat seekers for the deep thinkers I might take a trip to LA Leakers (Uh) I might press the b***on and end discussion of who's the best Under twenty-five, and lay that conversation to rest Even under thirty, I was young and dirty, gettin' money early (Uh) Hickory Hill apartments, one bedroom One bed shared with four people, no legroom Futon couch, my mom and little bro could vouch (Uh) Hard times maketh man (Real) I was fifteen takin' Xans Droppin' mixtapes and creatin' plans Manifestation, God's creation My step pops was in the nation, learn moderation (Uh) Learn discipline, no Christmas gift We was like, "F**k Saint Nicholas," my flow ridiculous Time is limited upon this Earth Before the death and after the birth From a bird's-eye view, my third eye grew For sure, I knew I was destined to do this sh*t January fourteenth, coming sooner than expected My mind is hectic, thoughts eclectic At times I felt disrespected by the genre I love Uh, f**k you n***as, only God can judge January 14th, From a Birds Eye View I'll rea**ure what you already knew on January 14th Part II Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder I see dead people Okay, cool, uh This is for back in the days Before the accolades, packing the stage This fame sh*t was a slap in the face Couldn't fathom people I idolize, rapping was fake (Woo) Imagine the weight you carry from having information that could bury 'em I'd rather not say Continue to give you the real from an accurate place They kill n***as just for speaking the truth A hypothermic n***a could heal from all this f**king heat in the booth (Hot, hot, hot, hot) The season of reaping the fruits that I labored for A work man is worthy of his hire I'm only inspired by legacy and early desires I'll admit it, I'm far from perfect I'm shallow, but far from nervous I get a dopamine spike for every car I purchase What is the truth? My n***a, we all are searching, uh 1/14, the album is soon to come (Uh) My future set in stone, my peers, I fear none (Never) Straight up off the Lear, it's clear I'm tier one (Haha) Your favorite artist's catalog just tears my eardrums (Stop) Please, stop the comparisons, God, it's embarra**ing Straight out of Maryland It's not a sprint, it's a marathon My n***a Cam told me it's time to take over (Uh) My n***a Ean styles and drives a Range Rover (Skrrt, real) But f**k that, right back to it This that hijack music Your style more common than Iraq shootings (Fah) A n***a don't want war with me, you not that stupid Black Air Forces, my energy attack their sources (Kill) I could diss the whole rap game and fill it with corpses (Boom) And shout-out my n***a Three and Curren$y, still in New Orleans (For real) I can see a war is coming, this feeling's enormous It's time to kill these n***as, man (Ooh) Let's go My catalog's flawless, your last album was garbage (Wack) My compet**ion's shooting themselves, happens too often (For real) My only regret was I couldn't dig up your coffin From a Birds Eye View, I'll rea**ure what you already knew One, two, three, four, five (Ah) I'm the best rapper under twenty-five And this ain't saying much, it's no surprise But they don't give you your flowers 'til you die F**k your first week sales predictions and your failed conviction (Uh) Free my n***a Mac and Simba up in the prison (Free Sim') Rest a**ured, soon, all of my n***as is winning This is just the beginning Motherf**ker, I'm coming Uh, From a Birds Eye View January 14th Fasten your motherf**king seatbelts, n***as Get y'all f**king sh*t together, man Garbage-a** n***as Stop f**kin'—, ooh, mmm Say less and do more Let's get it
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