Dedication.. Yeah

Alright

I ain't gon' sit down an shut up

An i'ma write till the sun up

Stay up another if nothing comes up

Man i ain't no runner get up, an spit just whatever i got

Until my lung crush an i die

No it ain't a question, this vibe

Is somehting i built from the ground up

You cannot fake this amount of, space that i give to this shit

I'm pacin' while thinkin' what's next

An attemptin' to finish what's left

At the same time i'm feeling like shit

Ain't getting no realer than this, man this is as real as it gets

An i know that you feeling this shit, an i hope they appreciate it

I always wanted that respect, but never did get it not yet

But my day is coming, got niche

I got this little feeling within

When i twist an i loop with the pen

Evidently i'm meant to do this

Cause i'm better than half of who is

Now the top is just sad how i feel, on the topic i'd rather not speal

How the top has been spittin up shit, while the bottoms been keepin it real

Dedicated my life to this here

Wheather hated, can't say that i fear

Cause it aims me to claim what i can

Witha page an my brain, persevere

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Yeah i persevere.. gotta persevere

Alright.. Look

This is deication, keep me elevated

Seen the devistation, waitin' on the day i make it

This is frustration, fucking with my paitence

Got me thinking off, thinking not, affilation

This is temptation, got me feeling nameless

Contemplating if i'll ever see the bigger painting

This is starvation, hungry for the game an

I'm tired of living off, people say you can't make it

This is deication, keep me elevated

Seen the devistation, waitin' on the day i make it

This is frustration, fucking with my paitence

Got me thinking off, thinking not, affilation

This is temptation, got me feeling nameless

Contemplating if i'll ever see the bigger painting

This is starvation, hungry for the game an

I'm tired of living off, people say you can't make it

You won't make it, thinking crazy you won't be shit

Go an face it, music chasing, must be stupid

What you thinking, you'll be famous, you ain't shit kid

You can't do it, you a loser, go an quit it

You won't make it, thinking crazy you won't be shit

Go an face it, music chasing, must be stupid

What you thinking, you'll be famous, you ain't shit kid

You can't do it, you a loser, go an quit it

I'm dedicated to this, put my everything into risk

No matter what i get from this shit, cause i came in ready to miss

But on the small chance i hit, i hope you ready for it

Betta' get confetti an spliffs, my hand is steady on pen

An i'll write against anything

Guess it's just me verse the world

Cause i ain't heard of assist, guess i ain't meant to be plural

Maybe i'm meant to give in, an never ever be heard

But guess i never will know, cause i'm no quitter i serve

An i bet you never could splurt, outta better verse than my words

I spit out essence of verbs, wrapped inside of venomous curses

I been up giving my heart in these lines, put work into every each rhyme

My shit is so broad an denfined

I spit it with toxic acid, it eats in your vibes an your mind

Essembles my music at it, an lets you just analyze

An concludes that you love Nomatic, cause my shit is sorta fire

So tell me i can't even rap, an let me just notarize, spit a fire burn you alive