Verse 1:

When in doubt I must write.
When the pen meets the paper, it's like love at first sight
Gettin busy on the first night, haters use contraception
I stay raw, never use protection.
On this road of life, I speed through intersections, through the red lights, no stop signs, no break checkin
Never was the type to fall for the banana in the tailpipe.
Too conscious of my surroundings, never the frail type.
Cool and smooth, how I chose to move while foolish dudes seek approval through facebook "likes" and youtube views
You too can abuse the privileges of social networks if you chose to.
Always winning, never lose, fool!
Find the deeper meaning in them lyrics, it could be useful!
Gimme an hour, plus a pen and a pad -
lyrics hit like Pacquiao when he extends with his jab

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All the time - I've been on the grind and I've been doing fine as of lately
Had a few bumps in the road but that's how the story goes
Honestly, it's them moments that make me who I am but
I need you right now! (4X)

Verse 2:
My stream of consciousness is deep and bottomless
as I fall further into the extreme anonymous
That's unknown - opposite of the obvious, I done been to the colleges hollering at lots of the scholars just trying to get a view.
Pickin at their brain like toddlers pick at their food and I've begun to conclude:
No one is more superior, the difference between me and you is the crime rate in the area.
My thought process is complex as carbohydrates and Primates -
bigger than my body standing 5'8 + plus 1
All of my life, I've been chasing money just trying to get a lump sum
Now I see what I've become: money hungry, but not forever, see there is hope.
All I needed was a quick spark and then a got a jolt.
Being an artist's more important than being an adult.
At least in my eyes, that's why I stay locked in the vault.

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Verse 3:
Overflow with the lyrics
Got a poet's spirit
Open your mind like you opening up the golden ticket.
The flow is frigid like December winters over Christmas - so gifted!
Make bold statements like protesters holding pickets.
Niggas, know your limits like I-75, can't let you drive if you can't go the distance.
Wouldn't care if I ever sold them digits, just as long as ya'll folks know the lyrics.
And I can stand out like Lil Jon on the show Apprentice.
Usually I'm not, but with this rap shit, I'm so religious.
Flow til I'm finished
So splendid, I don't even promote an image I only expose a sickness
Spit ill shit with no plans to ever go to the dentist
Me and this microphone stay together like videos hoes and thickness.
You can quote this sentence:
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS EXCEPT YOU QUOTING MY LYRICS.

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