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I'm underrated, over-fated Almost didn't make it Was a premature baby So I'm lighting up that Vegas 'Till they mic me up and play it Instead of playing a part they gave me I'm re-writing all the pages what's up You can't play me for much I was raised on the drums Blazing a blunt I don't need you like I need my songs Not too famous not to take the bus She gave me love said she need me but she made it up At the club way too faded so I fix a dub On my own writing songs like we breaking up I don't want (?) I just want to write sonnets for profit Party with my people while still speaking on topics? We need a moment of silence away from the violence I'm talking turn off the TV let this song be your guidance Roll up some paper, smoke up some knowledge Keep turning them pages 'till they diplomas from college I'm on a tour fan riding around Las Vegas, Nevada Feel like I'm playing roulette Slave to the dollar (Ayy, ayy) (Possession make you rich? I don't have that type of riches My riches is life. Forever) Watchu want from the bar? Doing everything I can plus some for the bars It's not all for the bars, I do it all for my brothers Take credit for nothing, I give it all to my mother 'Cuz if I make a million I ain't got not children I'mma help my parents retire they both be chilling And I ain't got no job I get paid to make a killing I just murder these raps murdered these cats Call me zilla getting bigger every time I inhale Break your hearts every time I exhale I breathe for the music and the music alone My only home is only songs because I'm used to the roll If I ain't got no ego, how am I gonna blow? And I don't do blows so I'mma just smoke A couple ounces of weed Only way I can cope I guess I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go Feel like I'm easy before. People knew it was easy I've been knowing where I'm going, I don't need you to believe me Music from the soul so I know you're gonna feel me You can't stop my heart unless you're ready to kill me If you throw it away, then you know you got nothing But if you take it all away, you might end up becoming What you do with your life is whatever you like But what you do with the hype, (?) We all know we're going to die, no one survives We stay alive through the pages we write