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This is dope shit,
Comin out my throat shit,
Straight up off the top, homie I aint even wrote this,
Only thing I know, is grind and stay focussed,
Then maybe one day if your lucky they might notice,
Yea they talk down on my intellect,
Cause every verse I drop is deeper than a ship that wrecked,
I'm smokin every single track just like a cigarette,
Everyday I need my fix,
Every day I gotta ball, all of yall got season tix,
Haters try and intercept,
My team tell em "eat a dick",
We gon blow up in a sec,
Right now we just eatin chips and smokin weed,
Strictly for the potency,
Ridin round my city gettin faded waitin on the day they notice me,
Walter White the way I cook it up,
You lookin for me so it's only logical that you be lookin up,
Star shit, maybe out to Mars shit,
This that every time I drop another on I gotta raise the bar, shit,
Now someone take that 808 away,
This for all the ones that paved the way,
I'm talkin Biggie Smalls, Curtis Jackson, Eminem, and maybe Dre,
Hip-hop is dying slowly, I'm here to save the day,
Blast off bitch they can't hold me down,
Kept me on the ground, but can't no one stop me now,
I'm droppin haters quick, call me Manny Pacquiao,
Feelin like Jake Tyler, Cause Im never backin down,
Aint no one this good that you know about,
Just search the crowd and show em out,
I trashthat fool then show him out,
These days I just go about my life draggin a soul of doubt,
But I'd rather have that then what I'm used to, usually I gotta go without,
But that's just how it is,
Life is in a constant shift,
Right now I'm just gettin faded, steady puffin on the spliff,
Everyday of life's a gift, make sure you enjoy the present,
Your future becomes your past, make sure that you don't resent it,
I've done a lot that I aint prouda now I'm outta dodge,
Gettin louder, coldest hour comin out the lodge,
Started smokin blunts and goofin off out in the garage,
Now I'm out here on my grind, I dont need no entourage,
Lone ranger, he a well known stranger,
Gettin blown on his own, he dont smell no danger,
We just sittin back, vibin and smokin tree,
Killin off any competition we see, it's ya boy Dru C
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from
The Prelude,
released May 9, 2015
Original track by Sol
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