[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
You see us as winners, when do we ever win?
When am I even good enough? Acknowledge your friends
Sometimes things get broken and we argue again
Spent the last 20 minutes all inside of my head
I'll explain it as takin' cash on culture from the poachers
Scopin' everything I have, ignorin' all the bullshit that made me mad
Killin' coral reefs, smoking weed too fast
Almost got skipped, bitch I read too fast, I don't bleach my past
These are the titles G's supposed to have, cold in the summer
Sweatin' bullets out on Flatbush Ave
Spirit like I got a platinum plaque, modern acrobat, the mass effect
I sharp shoot 'em, make them tap the mat, so accurate
We represent the illest seniors, small demeaners
Tellin' lies inside this room of cheaters
Even at the stage of a fetus, I reclaim to repeat this to all my demons
That's pigeon-holin' your genius and feedin' right into weakness
How can he write his thesis? He don't believe in Jesus
Sweetness, I'm almost speechless, for our future, egregious
We gotta pick up the pieces shawty, I'm familiar with pain
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
Do this thing by yourself, nothing is ever obtained
Introverted but I’m emergin' the spark to the flames
I won't harp on a thing
I won't causin' the blame, but it's hard to obtain
You see us as winners, when do we ever win?
When am I even good enough? Acknowledge your friends
Sometimes things get broken and we argue again
Spent the last 20 minutes all inside of my head
I'll explain it as takin' cash on culture from the poachers
Scopin' everything I have, ignorin' all the bullshit that made me mad
Killin' coral reefs, smoking weed too fast
Almost got skipped, bitch I read too fast, I don't bleach my past
These are the titles G's supposed to have, cold in the summer
Sweatin' bullets out on Flatbush Ave
Spirit like I got a platinum plaque, modern acrobat, the mass effect
I sharp shoot 'em, make them tap the mat, so accurate
We represent the illest seniors, small demeaners
Tellin' lies inside this room of cheaters
Even at the stage of a fetus, I reclaim to repeat this to all my demons
That's pigeon-holin' your genius and feedin' right into weakness
How can he write his thesis? He don't believe in Jesus
Sweetness, I'm almost speechless, for our future, egregious
We gotta pick up the pieces shawty, I'm familiar with pain
Used to play by myself when they considered it lame
Do this thing by yourself, nothing is ever obtained
Introverted but I’m emergin' the spark to the flames
I won't harp on a thing
I won't causin' the blame, but it's hard to obtain
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