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Ethan Ross
Ethan Ross
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L19U1D
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On God I can't be withheld, on y'all if you don't wish well On par with Gods, I ain't failed Y'all far behind the ship sailed I got my parts of myself to reveal Full-force with a sword and a shield Full-court I be running them drills Sharp-cutting I be cunning with the skills I ain't buying the things that they sell I paid dues for 10+ taking them L's Can't lie I rely on myself Who pulling who card? I know what I'm dealt Couldn't lower my vibe, I feel like I'm so high People all mad cus I made up my mind Barbed wire all on the fences I climb Y'all still alive, so my revenge is my shine I felt like nothing was worth it at times Speaking up they didnt pick my side Now everyone around me ride-or-die Tryna ride this wave gon drown in the riptide I be really embracing this, cus it's precious Every second, is of the essence I been really fed-up with all my stresses Building on-top of one another, this pressure Tends to be the one main thing I gotta learn how to manage it cus I can't think Me and them are not the same thing I made it through the worst nights still fought when the day came Bow down, never to no king, I'm ya king, now POW, POW, then we flee the scene, shots done rang out Wild child, since before a teen, had a thing bout The sound I'll, take over y'all scene Hit the floor just lay down Yeah, I'm okay, looking in the crowd not seeing faces Be afraid, of me first then look back in amazement 100 days Feeling trapped I feel like I been caged-in Beast inside of my mind And I don't wanna tame it Save a lot of my face cus I cannot wait for y'all to catch up to The pace that I just keep chasing my self-medicated highs And that's just true The hate and lies, they just ain't survive You try to take from mine then it's fuck you Hey surprise If I'm waving high then these flames'll fly and erupt huge Yeah, really gotta talk my shit Ready to back it with my fists, bitch, wait Ain't nobody make this I was loser but now I win Get to it quick Walked-in all fresh my fit that shit that y'all can't get, uh Often I'm stressed I'm lit so so yes it all depends, uh Talk is worth less so zip them lips and walk instead Yeah, all-in, no rest, my business they won't comprehend Yeah, cøne gang really run it My cloth y'all not cut from it These boys really not one hunnit Y'all only turning up to ten it don't cut it
Writer(s): Ethan Yampolsky, Anton Gladkov, Ziuzin Alekseevich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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