ever since i was a tyke, i'd grip the mic
hold it tight, i would never let it go
i would never let it out of sight
i got mad love for it,
but i aint never hesitant to ever put my hands on it
ironically im so gentle when im spittin
on a higher level, past the devil
but not quite heaven lifted
hater im so sick, aint no medicine can remedy
im so blessed with this gift, so this illness aint temporary
yeah they fill this, my flow colder than february
gotta make it in this game by all means neccessary
trynna get attention, like papparazi camera's flaring
i aint letting, nobody stare me down
only one can scare me, is the man wearing the crown
and with that said, i aint listen to u clowns
let me introduce u to this new sound and
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