Drega33

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It's all or nothin', money tied up in assets

Live through mad stress and I ain't lookin' back

My stroke of pen creates carnage

Your stroke of pen creates garbage

Fah is one of the hardest as a artist

Hit you with a barrage of magic missiles

It's the rebellious Jedi, flyer than a red-eye

You live a lie; I got wounds that'll never heal inside

Step aside; we do it for the glory and the pride

Endin' confrontation with head separation

No hesitation, I'm takin' formation, roll up the vegetation

Shit gettin' stranger by the day

The headspace I'm in is money-motivated, strictly

I gotta get the cash, always overstate it

What's meant to be will be

And what's not is just not

I got a thing to spit Glock

We workin' against the clock

Fahim is on spot

My ammo never fails to leave you more holier than a grail

My shells tip scales, I'll flip you well

My refusal to lose is automatic, a money-countin' addict

I won't wait; I'm bulkin' up off well-done steak

Quick as the Black Racer; my handcannon is a eraser

Left hook reminiscent of Joe Frasier's

I gotta be the man my family needs

Made it from rags into Louis Vuitton bags

I'm tryna give my offspring what I never had

I feel the new power enterin' my body

The blow is like a 12 gauge shotty

Wrap the packages and get 'em done, gone ASAP

Always on the job, I put the work in, I don't lay back

You gotta be able to see what was and what is

That's how I live