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Uh Yeah Let's get it Uh Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh Pull up on a young black kid Gotta tell you what he did Traveled like he contraband That line you might not understand (Oh) Look, Momma said you gotta be advanced Look Ma, I'm in the shallow end Not enough, you looking like a diamond in the rough Broaden those shoulders, you really gotta play tough (Oh) Cuz, little did you know, when you tryna reach your goals Those privileged gonna snatch yo guts All the sacrifices that she made Will be in vain, man you leaving her in pain, that's insane Whoa, look man I know The kindness that she brought, boy it had to reach my soul I'mma never let her down Not in a sec, or 60, fuck an hour, every challenge I'll devour, miss me I'm not done Sheesh Sheesh Sheesh Okay, heard that I'll have to go ahead give it what I got Flip the script, It don't write I, I write it Flip the switch, I don't say when, I say which A nigga's gotta be versatile, I'll get the finer things I'll make it worth my while Fruits of my labor won't go rotten, feel the sun, see the roots of where my story's begun I won't go fucking sprinting unless I learn how to run You won't go debunking what I'm doing for fun I release these words like I'm at a podium Attentions on me, those ears I'm controlling 'em Nigga Look, sip these verbs as I spit these words I'mma ink on you what my mind construed I won't tell what I'm gone do Only action is reacting to my crowd's bold moves Like pause I ain't Big Ross, but I'm smooth and refined like a Maybach car I don't puff out exhaust but I'm homegrown star Ya heard I'm falling out the nest like I'm a newborn bird Cuz... Yeah I'm gonna run it A-list yeah I'm coming Weaving and I'm fighting Won't ever lose the motive Yeah I'm gonna run it A-list yeah I'm coming Weaving and I'm fighting Won't ever lose the motive Yeah I'm gonna run it A-list yeah I'm coming Weaving and I'm fighting Won't ever lose the motive You know how we do, A.K.A. Braaa Let's retrack and trace the weight that's on my back Too many mouths controlling me, get off my sack I won't forget the main theme, to pursue my dream I'll express these feelings, through poetry They come at a price, unknowingly I'm fiddling and fidgeting, moving stoicly I only show what's on the surface, I don't stress it I repress it and correct it and I walk as if I'm not affected That comes at a price, and not a bargain that you can get at Price Rite I got stamina for this dream, I can do it all night Truth be told when I gleam, you gone lose yo eyesight (Oo) Oh man what a time, to be alive I'm stuck in a world to live or die I'mma make the most of it, gotta make yo spinal itch As I zap, zip zap, yo neural spinal bitch Look, I'mma get mine And l'll take my work to the finish line Come incorrect l'll hit you with the Usain So fast it won't process through your own brain Yeah, lemme hit you with the MJ I said Annie-Annie-Annie are you okay (Ah) I know y'all watching from afar But little did you know that line was for CPR My rhetoric's gonna leave you breathless Pulse horizontal Ringing EKG No nigga in the world could put stress on me I am legend, not some entity Ah Oo Ah Yeah I'm loading up the gun If I hit you with some melody then A.K.A. is done