I done made my mark like sharpies

I seen the bigger picture and it ain’t a photo copy You been acting hella different moving real sloppy I kill shit they asking for the autopsy

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Chasing all my dreams and doing it at top speed

He be rapping like he do it but you know they not me

It’s some green in my wallet like the outfit on rock Lee

Im rolling out the zip smoking on yo top 3

You ain’t ready for this road you riding in a car seat

I be swerving thru the lanes and my drive on 5th gear

You ain’t tryna take no risk, you ain’t never facing fears

the scent of guava cherry runtz you know the bag is near

Crying from the nose bleeds; this shit top tier

I still smoke alot of pot, to the face like a ski mask

Then I get on stage and I rocket call me T-Mac, for real relax, this audio dope gon make em relapse Now tell me what the fuck yall doing

The difference is I’m always showing up and you gon end up truent

Always getting held back you gon stay the student

you know what’s really going, I ain’t gotta prove it

I swear this shit ain’t nothing major

In that field these **** hurting like Malik nabers