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Cutting ties (Look Alive)


I feel alive Niggas wishing that I died I recall being back up on the lines Now I'm out cutting ties Cutting ties Realest truth, always mention, I'd advise Table tension while you waiting on a sign over wines aayee I'm the man, yea I said it We got plans, one of us should just forget it how you stand, scoping niggas like the winner? Aint your mans and this been my coldest winter Now I'm sonning niggas the hottest like a solar flare see em sneaking from the side, unaffected by a glare throwing shade, and I pray you're aware And I don't, under, stand it, how you, listen, but you still be confusing what I'm saying for perusing for reaction Write to music, but debating on including other factors Like your girl, turn up missing, where she been at? You should ask her Swear I make her voice mail, get a call morning after I took it too deep knowing me, I ain't expect, any less now I'm aim for a head, go ahead put the vest down Came up and read, but instead you a let down they're circle see, don't contest, I'm the best round And now I feel alive Niggas wishing that I died I recall being back up on the lines Now I'm out cutting ties Realest truth, always mention, I'd advise Table tension while you waiting on a sign over wines uh uh, what's this all about man? Swore that you could see me but I'm really just a stunt man Take a step down fam Riding in an ambulance When I pull through everybody getting moved out the way man I'm not the same guy You see I really had to test coz the stakes are so high They only real for a sec, then go fake in no time But I'm still cut a check, so with stabs I won't die and now here's so much disrespect but I recollect how you found wisdom in the words but I'm going dumb now and I know lately all you've heard is the very same sound It's my successes and your failure that make a clash loud And I promise you gone hear it for a while telling you to tone it down like the 30 on my jersey I'm a golden boy in town I'm the greatest take a bow all these phony boys around no Pinocchios with crowns Toy soldiers, stand down I feel alive Niggas wishing that I died I recall being back up on the lines Now I'm out cutting ties Cutting ties Realest truth, always mention, I'd advise Table tension while you waiting on a sign over wines And there ain't no other side Man you should've kept in stride oh well, could've stayed how we were and I tried It ain't no concern of mine if they eat or if they die Hindsight is 20/20 but with some I just went blind
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Comments (2)

bussinrespectfully
<p>I rapped this on a beat that matched and this was fire!</p><p>&nbsp;</p>
Cyaboi
Not a poem but a rap (the reason for the bad grammar and spelling)

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