I'm boss with it, authentic, all y'all frauds betterQuit with the trash talk before you get tossed in itY'all tripping, bar ripping, y'all sipping too much, write til the palms drippingLost in it, thoughts different, you don't want no drama? Then don't get involved in itI'm in a whole different head space, you making money? Well that's greatI got no interest in talking to people that I know are two faced, too fake, get outta my face, wooWhat are you doing in my lane? There's already too many rappersI'm sick of the traffic and I ain't got no brakesI already passed you, you don't like what I'm doing, who asked you?You got into music cause you think it's fun, man I'm doing this cause I have toIt's real music, chills to it, feel through it, real stupidSkills truest, quit moving, wooIf I say something, I will do itI used to dream of these momentsI'm living 'em nowLook up to heaven like Mom are you proud?I'm on my way to New Zealand, I'm up in the clouds, dangI mean who woulda known this, who woulda known thisThis industry never told me I was welcomeI went to the house with a batAnd broke in then told 'em that I would be backI flat line, all of your whack rhymes, that's mineMight get away from it boy MM LP, I'm the bad guy, the last timeI have been taking it easy, the game's mine, fame why?I don't care about none of that, I'm just speaking the trash linesI grew up on Eminem, now look where the game's atLame raps, Hollywood fame acts, I'm sick of the same trashI got no blunt in my mouth but give me a beat, I'mma blaze thatGive me a beat, I'mma blaze that, you and me ain't in the same classYou and me ain't on the same row, music has always been my homeI used to call up some people that won't call me back, now they blowing up my phoneAin't it funny how that works? Mad perks, killing the recordGot blood on my black shirt, I'm jealous in love with the music, don't ever come near herI ain't from around here, how you let me run it down here?If that isn't bothering none of you rappers then what are y'all doing out here?It was like music to my ears, might never make it, I don't careDrake, I love what you doing but call up the game and tell 'em that I'm here, yeahI like that, might snap, I laugh, y'all better surrender and get out your white flagsAnd cancel your flight plans, your career isn't taking offYou sound like a hype man, hit you with the mic standAnd they ask what the hype's about, come and find out, I mean, where is you clowns at?I been training, pen game is insane, I'm done playingThis music is ground breaking, lung shaking, done waitingY'all taking my patience, quit faking, y'all hating, it's crazyI mean you know what my name is, rhyme slayer, stop NathanWoo!
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