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Hip-Hop

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My name rung more than items cashier’s swipe What’s ya stats like now? Stop bringing up last year’s hype All these niggas hashtag facts but that don’t mean there right Too much bullshit fogging up my sight Steering in a direction, not sure my destination Breonna was born star, predicted destined hating Everything I got was taken This ain’t a bus stop, so why the fuck am I waiting? Bitch kill that talk bout patience and humbleness Though I’m that but even more aware Suddenly they wanna shave cause they see a bitch here Plus I always been the one, you’ll never see a bitch pair Stares from the opposition Cyn grinding more than coffee beans and now they profits missing Cataracts couldn’t block the vision, the foundations laid out Golden girl just blooming like flowers when the sun came out More posers than vogue, got me feeling like real is played out Or maybe it’s just me speaking truths bout life as an average bitch Or maybe you rather hear bout hoes that got wifed by scammers to get quick cash n splurge on fashion Newest shoes n bags and shit, wait now that’s and average bitch Savage Bliss These trends nothings new, everything’s recycled Stop trying to define me, I don’t need no title But I can use a raise in salary Tired of folding clothes at Target Valley Stream And fucking driving the vibe Just as quick as guest enter wanna kick em back outside Asking myself what am I here for Too many content niggas still work here, nigga I need more Fucking starving, feed me I’m Seymour Stop talking and be more Breonna can you come up for back up, what the fuck they want me for? Barely touch the zone let alone reshop Calm down let me stop I got these million dollar goals And maximum foes And chill with a lot of cons But judged off my pros And you see true colors only when ya eyes closed When the time comes you’ll see who’s who But till then don’t believe that I got you shit Cause in actuality it’s the opposite Certain people’s intentions is to stop you Secretly envy everything about you The world going under, I’m the one with goggles Who gone follow? Fuck that been a loner since I hopped out moms uterus Popping cris and never burning bridges, now that’s Ludicrous Hate when newcomers talk to the kid like I’m new to this I’m the one who taught the tutors that taught you the shit Too legit, Fuck a label I sign me And too smart to let a muthafucka line me These bitches just as grimey as these niggas boo 2 Chains flow, every fucking bar I spit is truuuu I really hope this real shit is getting thruuuu Everybody missing screws but I got the tool box I don’t talk too much, I rather let you watch Cause everything will happen in due time I’m just a girl hoping it’s success I find Word to bibles With minimum help and no idols When it’s the truth you don’t need no titles