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verse 1:

tired of this feeling like i’m stuck up in the middle, and i don’t even care about a grammy or a medal, the only thing that matters is the will to never settle, 17 up in the mountains you could never reach my level

i’m tired of the b-ss and getting tired of the treble, that’s why i make these hits and end up feelin very mellow, first glance i might look like just an ordinary fellow, then you pull up to the stu feel like a meeting with the devil, h-llo

mixing up my flow just like it’s jello, i might not be a crip but i’ll still put it on the deadlocs, and i ain’t got a stick cause i’m more of a donatello, and these b-tches gettin lit when they got somebody to tell on

dial up the digits of my number in your cellphone, call or a text, y’all ready next, i could give a f-ck if you think that i’m not the best, or about the bread, i’m already dead

chorus:

to everybody who went ghost to me, now you wanna make a toast to me, to everybody who was roastin me, now you tryna get real close to me, i will never really know defeat, k!llin n-ggas like it’s kosher meat, and pushin n-ggas off the balcony, sayin f-ck you real loudely

verse 2:

i’m tired of the lies and i’m tired of the get ups, i’m writin every night cause i’m not the type to let up, i swear i’m finna cry if i get hitted with a setup, but i’ll only be a minute till i tell my self to get up

was tired of the sun and people tellin me to get up, that’s why i wanted rain and never had the soul tell her, and u could say my name while i’m holdin up my umbrella, all these voices in my head sound like they singing acapella, h-lla

blending up the sound like it’s a smoothie, this a angry letter to whoever said i’m too weak, it’s fortunate for you but unfortunate for who knew me, and imma be the same that i am when i get the jewelry

monkeyin around like you is louis, you know i’m around, pro with a noun, i could give a f-ck if you think i don’t have a crown, but i run my town, always hold me down, yuh

chorus:

to everybody who went ghost to me, now you wanna make a toast to me, to everybody who was roastin me, now you wanna get real close to me, i will never really know defeat, k!llin n-ggas like it’s kosher meat, and pushin n-ggas off the balcony, sayin f-ckin you real loudely

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