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I don't bust down on no Cartier's
I don't rush now I just set the pace
Building Legacy this all I wanna make
Spirit bout to take ya there
Bout Show you what it takes

I'm my own hero
Stack a couple zeros
My mind is one the prize
Talking suicide doors
Baddies busting down
Got me shouting encore
If I don't make no money
What was this all for
I just found my worth
And the value insured
It's my birthday
Imma turn up of course
Earlier this year almost
Steered off course
Now I'm feeling like i made it
I'm so close to shore
I'm just worried bout bag now
Worried bout dad now
The got him on the medicine
I just wanna pay him back now
I just want Mama in some Prada To bе able to relax now
So I work till it hurt and the flows all bеzerk
Calculate my worth and let a hater observe
But she tempt showing me how the hips work
But I realigned my focus time to up the net worth
Run the cardio machine got a wet tshirt
I'm just trying to be better
My rhymes are not to cleaver
Abundance on ya header
She talking bout forever
I truly deserve better
But for the moment
I really like the pleasure
Ain't no pressure
Imm party like my birthday here
Rip this my golden year
World going crazy I got no more tears
No regrets I got no more fear

Just like a Pica**o
Baby, you're a work of art;
I want somebody to love and to flaunt
I mean somebody to love and to hold
I get them so confused
It might have been the former
But that's based on what I'm told
And if I'm being fully honest
I can't truly say I'm sold

Not looking for another side to a coin
Looking for a whole new quarter
Complete by ourselves but together a powerhouse
That's what I call keeping household in order

Funny to me how people can go
From snuggling in the same bed
To merely commenting on disparate posts
And leaving their true feelings unsaid
But I've given up the bulk of my yearning
For another person
'Cause I know the radix of my burning
Is unable to satiated by some sublunary courting

Needing ethereal intervention
Every time my soul does seek attention
I do grab my pen and paper
Doing the translation of soul's invention

Feeling like Adam in Garden;
My flow is the only thing guarding me
From my destruction;
I take a walk so to admire environment
Seeing the Serpent who lurks in the bushes

Some word
Has come to me
Of your
Skullduggery;
I question what I've said to thee
And what could be the remedy
To all of the sinners
And manifold pitfalls;
Bullies these days don't have the spitballs
But they have the same sharpened claws
Under the guise of civility keeping the ripples
In the sea Misery
I don't wanna gotta get a girl
For the sake of the loneliness
Predicating a relationship on artifice

Got a call
From the path
And it told me what the future hath
In store for me
A bucket of tears
And a drop of glee
So I got to learn how—in revelry—
To sip and wade in the kerosene

The way we stay lust
And quell ennui
Define us
So I got a bottle of Henny
Packet of pencils
And the Good Book for the end bus

Keeping the coal burning;
Feeling my soul yearning;
Got an unquenched thirst
And a powder keg for a heart
Every day which threatens to burst
And you better find it concerning

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