Correction Paroles Deep Reverence Challenge par Hit-Boy

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(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Gonna be a while 'til I get that new mic, but I'm gonna try this anyway
That's it?
Ok, go

What does it mean to be revered?
A legend in your city or respected by your peers?
If that's what reverence is, then I don't know how it feels
Just another NC rapper, man, to whom would I appeal?
I'm not here to bend your ear with colloquialisms
To build myself into a legend's my ultimate mission
I'm tryna speak to make peace and to heal the division
You try to hate and put me down and my skin only thickens
I feel like rap's my way out of thе life they have chosеn
My path in life was pre-planned and I only just noticed
To go to college, get a job, and blend in with the locals
Look at me with blinders, but I see with bifocals

It's time to wake up those who've been sleeping on me
If I have to pull a Ye and make 5 songs a day, I will
That's how committed I am to this path

Why would I ever stop now after so many hours?
We’ve had a drought for so long, we've been needin' some showers
I'm Iceman, Bobby Drake, freezin' rain with my powers
They hate on me in my face, turn my back, they throw flowers
I've been dragged through the mud, but I remain unblemished
Because I won't ever stop until I say I'm finished
You can tell me that I'm garbage, or say I'm a gimmick
But your words won't deter me, or mess up my image
People told me that to rap wouldn't be beneficial
So I started to produce, but the critics weren't gentle
Remember days when I used to chase instrumentals
Now got "Cordelia Chase," my first instrumental

Yeah
Being me and wanting what I do hasn't been easy
But if you think I'll stop, you're dead wrong

Sean! I hope you hear this and it really makes you ponder
How long it'll take to be revered, it can't be much longer
Got people sleepin' on me, wanna see my talent squandered
But I believe that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Like when my mom said she doesn't support my ambition
She'd rather see me as a lawyer than as a musician
But to not follow my passion just wouldn't be livin'
I know I've gotta make the most of the time that I'm given
Man! I feel like I'm Angel from Buffy
I do all that I can, y'all think that little of me?
I guess I'm better off with my own show
I don't know, I'd appreciate support though

Y'all be sleepin' get the Fury when I get to rappin'
At least sleep with one eye open like Samuel L. Jackson
And I know for all the greats overnight it ain't happen
But I've been seein' newer artists, the charts, they smashin'
And somethin' else that I've seen: the YouTube algorithm
I'm not really sure if it's a sound encryption
Young artists like me, we're stuck and bound like prison
And big channels must be Cordy, 'cause they've found Charisma
Hot girls get 10k for some ASMR
As far as my views go, seems like 100's the bar
Wish I could say that this is fake, but it's hardly a farce
Hey, could you get me some water? I'm kinda parched
I can't say you can compare me to someone you know
I'm not too much like Eminem, I'm more like Harlow
I'm not one to mess with weed, so my Luv isn't Dro
I can't ever go do drugs; it might mess up my flow
I gotta thank Hit-Boy for producing this beat
And thanks to Sean for sharing it, and as well, for free
Lost too many good men, R.I.P. to Nipsey
And rest in peace to Pop Smoke, why did he have to leave?

Thanks so much to Big Sean, Def Jam & Hit-Boy for this amazing opportunity
If it's not me who wins, I'm sure the winner will be extremely deserving
I'll get there one day, mark my words
Thanks for listening

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