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Up late night workin gotta show my momma this is what a rap do
Every body think I’m crazy I been in the Stu really making chess moves
Life wasn’t made for me to sit in my room and look at the class rules
dollar turn into a million and now they want come and just sit in the class room
What’s up
I gotta dream they call me the king
I want a range that come with the tints
I don’t want fame it come with the sins
This life what I make it but Ian never played the sims
Hopped on a beat in 10th grade and Ian been the same since
I’m breaking the code
I’m running the bases im bringing it home
I weathered the storm
Don’t need ya opinion cuz I got my own
put them in my songs
Don’t listen to rappers they doing it wrong
did this on my own
All sound the same they be making clones
I came wit myself
I was slave to hearing the doubt and trust me I know how it felt
I got up out my bag and followed my dreams to haters I’m deaf
I gotta make it up top by any means fight to the death
Over competition levitating
Nipsey hussle kinda dedication
On the rise like the bread is baking
Rappers nowadays don’t get elevators
I was playing till it escalated
Now I’m on the road seeking better payment
eyes closed like they meditating
Don’t go sharing the dream to who didn’t make it
They gon hate it
Next time they see u they tell u they played it ok
I don’t got time gotta find me a way
Think this a sign to go drop me tape
Taking my time ima climb up the ranks
Ahead of my time u was just late
I never changed u did the same
But u went insane and now I’m just paid
I think this my time of year
Jordan Isaiah a artist the greatest upon us his presence his finally here
I wake every morning and look at a star in the mirror a car in the rear
I told my momma I’m flying us outta the country to go on vacation in Paris im serious
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