Yeah, run it up, count up the score lemme sum it up, came in the building, its fuck how u feeling, i’m raising the bar, while im coming up
yeah i was itching to make an impression, but lately, i really could care less, double entendres, double up on ya, i got the smoke like a hair press, stare less, when u see me out, HD, get yo tv out, real ones, still the same ones, and tho some fell, they still reaching out, up to now its the same thing, old dreams we’re still chasing, turned to a vision, a common co-mission, bruh u ain’t a victim, just play schemes, lotta drama, but i stay away, putting egos on layaway, if u mad about it and ur coming at me, u better come prepped for the real thing, I just stay chillin, that’s day to day, hate to say, but I ain’t amazed, lotta rappers, not a lotta greats, only a few I can really say, (with it), while these others mumble like pump fakes, one take, is all im gonna need, put yo ass in the wannabe, (section) next to yo team, in the under league, (benches), tryna ball but you fumble reads, talkin’ loud but you run from heat, u ain’t built for the grind or the company, discography move like a summary, short chapters, no substance, just buzz n tweets, meantime I’ve been on ten, dropped gems with a calm pen, don’t flex for no nonsense, only real ones in my top 10, I’m tapped in with the soul side, u say a lot with a closed mind, throw shade with a ghost spine, but I ghost write when it’s go time, got range like a coastline, ain’t pressed for a cosign, I syntax, u just smoke lines, put dope in the fold lines, I made gold from the broke times, now I’m calm in the storm front, u on some bull, that’s a low sign, it’s all just levels, I seen ‘em all, from dirt floors to the ceiling tall, from side talk to the curtain calls, been through hell, now I’m burning off, every diss that u sent my way, don’t need clout when the pen got weight, more than image or a gimmick play, I play chess, u just clickbait, still tryna trend thats a mistake, u had to diss til the shift came, now u gotta deal with my wrist game, crossing u up, like i switch/change, u ain’t never drove thru the hood late, scared to come out, well then let’s play, I clocked in hours they ain’t see, turned pressure to post, to a centerpiece, vets peep how I thread lines, no cap, just a red sign, don’t talk, let the steps shine, u post quotes, I just set mine, outgrown all the petty smoke, can’t catch me in the same disguise, I kept it real through the empty roads, u struggle to write I just let it go, I burn a bridge just to get a smoke, u burn my ears with that mid approach, now u caught diss i just flipped yo flow, can’t come at me if the pen is weak, can’t move a crowd that u never reached, i just moved up for a better seat, cuz I wake minds when I let it speak, sincerely yours hope u rest in peace 🙏🏼
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Who?
MIXEY
