Chorus:

Making opportunities, cultivating some unity

Impacting the community, exclusively

Never wanted you to see, how this life has ruined me, I’d

Drown within the scrutiny, presumably

Obtrusively excusing the crudity, it’s lunacy

Viewing this pushes me towards mutiny

Eulogies will show translucency in my woes though

Repose is gonna come but very brutally

Verse 1:

Matter of fact brutality is the act

Attacking any opposition who’s wishing to give me flack

Tackling every track, shackling every wack

Trap rap spewing cat who does not respect the craft

Every opp is in the bag, knocking off the swag

Rocking like the people’s champ when you are not, you just a scamp

You best yield to the real and act like you know the deal

Or get drilled in you grill by your own fucking feels

Cause the skills I display will reclaim all the faith

That hath strayed from the game since these lames came to play

Ain’t no way I’ma let you down this gon be a breeze

Techniques in the speech and beats so unique

Roll w/ me if you tryna touch the stars in the sky

Hustle hard on the fly, and got bars for a life

Be a God in the night built from scars and some drive

If this world is gonna change then we all gotta fight by

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Verse 2:

Matter of fact if everything is up for grabs

Adjust the swag, flash the red belt and bust some fucking ass

Then touch some cash by any means

Terminate those silly dreams

Everything is not for everyone

Rock with everyone and lose a lot and then you’re stunned (just)

Young and dumb, tryna overrun

Opting to become the number one with nothing done

But its all in your mind, its all in your mind

Its all in your mind dog, its all in your mind

So raw and divine, and tis all in your mind

I can’t stress it enough IT IS ALL IN YOUR MIND

Hear the call, its your time. Be prepared and aware

Never scared, measured rare, and fresh off several prayers

Keep the flair in yo glare, but don’t stare at the squares

Might fuck around and make em love the game and hate the player

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Verse 3:

Matter of fact find tyranny in my wrath

Attracting a regime of the supreme and unabashed

Team up for a clash with the legions of the sad

Thrash em in a flash, then lash ‘em to trash

Extracting all the wack and detaching from the track

Rat racing is a fad bro. Yo ism’s got you trapped

Til you ism got you clapped, cause your ism’s got you capped

Overstep your limitations hope your ism’s got your back

Focus on your capital, in America that’s natural

TO grind is not an option it is what you fucking have to do

Society is laughable, irrational but practical

We act like it’s infallible and everything is magical

Thus I am problematical and probably incompatible

Completely dogmatic with my actual theatricals

Living tactical tryna make the world fanatical

With unflappable belief that my actions are invaluable

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