[Verse 1]
Bar flipping for whoever will listen I been your favorite
Heard my first verse from hot 97 feel like I made it
Give up this shit and just scramble nights that I made it
Gave my better half to music still underappreciated
Overlooked this is somethin' that we created
Nigga will rather run from the culture yet come for the easy payment
Stuck with the cliché got the belief to change it
Overshadow with the thought of you possibly being famous
Wanted never run from the cops and they brain [?]
Its so easy to forget sunny days the rain raised us
I felt some kind of therapy joinin' the cypher
Had to jot to keep my hands still made me strong as a writer
Flew past the stage as a hobby song of a lifer
Took undivided attention it's cool long as I like her
Somewhere down the line flirtin' turn into love
Out here waitin' for my turn to reap
Tournament for the thugs
[Hook]
We got all this history but you don't fuck with me like you used to do
Can't you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful
I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true
I been front row at the funeral hopin' I catch your contact
Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract
Doubtful I'ma ever get my mind back
Bar flipping for whoever will listen I been your favorite
Heard my first verse from hot 97 feel like I made it
Give up this shit and just scramble nights that I made it
Gave my better half to music still underappreciated
Overlooked this is somethin' that we created
Nigga will rather run from the culture yet come for the easy payment
Stuck with the cliché got the belief to change it
Overshadow with the thought of you possibly being famous
Wanted never run from the cops and they brain [?]
Its so easy to forget sunny days the rain raised us
I felt some kind of therapy joinin' the cypher
Had to jot to keep my hands still made me strong as a writer
Flew past the stage as a hobby song of a lifer
Took undivided attention it's cool long as I like her
Somewhere down the line flirtin' turn into love
Out here waitin' for my turn to reap
Tournament for the thugs
[Hook]
We got all this history but you don't fuck with me like you used to do
Can't you tell they using you? It was just all beautiful
I heard you lost your love for the real hate to assume its true
I been front row at the funeral hopin' I catch your contact
Forever and beyond that, far away from the contract
Doubtful I'ma ever get my mind back
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