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[Verse 1: Quadeca]

I'm gonna make it

No, I'm stoppin' at nothin'

People are tryna say I can't

But they oughta be bluffin'

Sorry, I'm blushin'

When you tell me that I'm not to be somethin'

You better get your head up

And start to watch when I'm comin'

Runnin' and plungin' up in the

Front of this new form of media

Leavin' the previous life

Believin' the Wikipedia

People are feedin' ya' more bull

They seem to be greedier (Yeah)

They seem to be needier

And only you get beat when they're teasin' ya

Feelin' much easier

To fall into the trap

The system all is a fraud

But you crawl into its lap

Not at all is it that, miseducation

Blamin' its mistakes and faults on the rap

Get off of my ass

I'm not callin' you back

It's like, what the fuck are you doin'?

You're throwin' away all of my trust into you, and

I'm up in my groove, and you're stuck in the loop, and

I'm runnin' with stuff that you'd love to be usin'

Enough is enough, but this stuff isn't true, and

I'm bustin' 'em up and I'm stuck in my movement

You fuckin' it up and it comes in the blue, and

It's crushin' and crushin', you tough for pursuin'

And people say Eminem's better than Ben again

Then again, I'm like fourteen

I'm a lucky man, but they don't understand

I got the upper hand, even in your dreams

These lyrics are foreseen

You try to insult them? You're mean

This is the craziest shit

That you ever will see on your screen

And I keep on settin' more goals

To keep on headin' towards

I try to rap with some fast verses

And big words with some metaphors

This is the work in progress

A lot of shit to get better for

But I'm takin' steps, I keep makin' chances

Not lookin' back anymore

Uh

[Chorus: Walia & Quadeca, Quadeca]

And I know

Everything that you believe in

And I know

Of these things that you are seein'

But you'll never ever realize

That I am gonna be signed

And everyone is waiting for the

Glory, glory, glory (Oh, uh, yo)

[Verse 2: Quadeca]

Motivation is a rare occasion I'm patiently waitin' for

Time that we spendin' is wasted and traded for makin' more

I hate the door, I hate it, remindin' me of the exit sign

It's safer just to quit, not to be risky and never try

You have your path, I'd like to think I'm settin' mine

But I rarely stretch the line, I never really ever get to spend the time

A lesson's learned, a less-than rhyme, but I can't express the mind

On hatin', uneducated basic comments are said online, uh

But, fuck 'em, does that even matter? It don't even matter

I don't see them face-to-face and I don't meet 'em after, all I do is see disaster

All I do is see an empty face and I can't breathe with laughter

All I wanna do is leave the chatter

All you do is say it's shitty, 'kay, you just need to batter

You don't let it sit, you don't let it bake, you don't read the pattern

All I wanna do is spit some game, I can't be a rapper?

I will see down below, tell me if you need the ladder

Yeah

[Chorus: Walia & Quadeca, Quadeca]

And I know

Everything that you believe in

And I know

Of these things that you are seein'

But you'll never ever realize

That I am gonna be signed

And everyone is waiting for the

Glory, glory, glory (Oh)