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The come up


Life is a dream and you know that it's lucid.

I didn't pick myself let God do the choosin.

said i was good and now that it's provem,

iIll have the game tied up and there won't be no loose ends.

Sit back and watch myself on all the news clips.

my flow is amazing while y'all need a few tips,

noticing when I step in they don't mess with the new kid.

Until i spit that lyrcism like wordplay so fluent.

I do this for my fans and the kids i've influenced.

In this rap shit im the blueprint 

I get in the botth and make hits like ruth did.

 

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