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Back to the basics of this cash chasing. Racing in the matrix, avoiding them court cases. Being placed inside a place, empty space, Lost without a trace. Chained up, locked down with brass braces. Hold on. They ain't ready for that Dre-I. Drop them shook ones. Let's take it back to that real hip hop. It's Self Made. True music. Stand up. Say it. Punchlines are cold gold like Dr. Cooler Corona. Consistent persistence varsity like Arizona. If they hate, then let 'em eradicate they Face off the face of the earth 'cause women Faith couldn't collaborate. Maintain, meditate, evaluate the situation that had You instantly contemplating back and forth pacing. Off top style free, keeping G is amazing. Never sell my soul to Satan, his triangle's Accurately adjacent from African heritage that is Ancient. I'm on point like a pyramid, Period, I'm here to this. Painting pictures with my words, you can put a Frame up to your ear when hearing this. Like a lyrical Picasso, fresh like a produce section In a Costco. I'm a mini Biggie, give me The loot then I dash like my first name's Roscoe. Down the road to success, living the reality That was once manifest. I'd die for what's real, take one to the Chest. R. I. P. to the flesh, Forever live in my Spirit. You know if you real, you will feel It. If they fake, they'll fear it. That's words heard from Stretch. Gotta be thorough when living in a world filled Up veterans. Tell me hip hop's dead? No, it's just a little sick. And every verse that I drop is a swallow Of medicine. Mind militant, dream of rape with a Loaded Beretta. At the door of hip hop, Demanding them to let us in. 'Cause who will recognize what's real? No comparing it. I mean that with arrogance. Anti-faggot ass rappers, that shit is embarrassing. As I practice flexibility, freedom of speech. It's not the hand you was dealt, but how You play your cards. Read 'em and weep. I'm hungry, feed me a beat. My rap beast been caged, now it's finally free. Various murderous versatility fatalities. A nominated finalist to keep his eye on the Street. Buckeyes like Ohio's what you see when Talking to me. Catch conversations, business ethic Mentality. Penthouse suite, living lavishly. Bitch niggas catching feelings like a mouth full of Cavities. No wonder why they mad at me. Trying to block my shine like a canopy. But I was prepared to do this life unfair Like Vanity. I'm living a whole different chapter Now, so you can go ahead, turn the pages Of that magazine. Bitch