Conscious

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Yo, we're here man, four hundred thousand downloads, forty thousand sales, it's Fly America man
 Let's toast to the fact that I rose from the cracks
 Now they gotta pay me for the shows and the raps
 Don't you get too crazy, got my bros in the back
 Shout out my nigga Scrap, he'll leave you where you at
 But I ain't into that I'm tryna keep it so cool
 Said I was the man, well man, that's so true
 Even without a signal my messages go through
 Said you want it, but I need it, I'm guessing we both do
 Told you that I'm here and don't take it for granted
 Tryna open up these doors and I ain't being romantic
 I dropped pre-season, now they starting to panic
 Better tell Bruno Mars that we the best on the planet
 I'mma get it 'cause I'm so efficient
 With more lines than a coke addiction
 This broken system can't hold me victim, I know the difference
 Frigid, they scratch their head saying "no he didn't"
 Go hard, shut down your bars like the prohibition
 My family trippin' 'cause I'm rolling the dice
 All the wrongs in my life, I'm here making them right
 Yeah it costs to be the boss, that's why I'm paying the price
 Turned a dream into a thing, what a hell of a life
 It's Battles
 Knocking it out this time little bitches
 Trippy thoughts baby, don't be scared of the future
 Don't pretend that you like being somebody that you ain't used to
 My flow cold, my mother could see that way before computers
 It started in me and now I got game for all the intruders
 Cause it's world peace 'till the end of times, smoking weed and preventing crime
 Tell em all my niggas finna shine (yo all my niggas finna shine)
 Look, when we yelling loud, niggas told me to settle down
 I sped up just to leave suckas, y'all fell off, and I held it down
 I swear I could sell anything, pretty much too big for anything else
 Look, without the wealth I was spitting that shit they felt
 And busting shit in the studio in that Vegas heat until I melt
 Come back to life, told 'em I got dabs on that championship belt
 Nice guy but, I ain't tryna to 2-step with niggas
 Them thirsty niggas only make me wanna suplex a nigga (got 'em)
 Fuck who you met nigga that dickriding shit is whack to us
 Them cool kids that won't change is making motherfuckers adapt to us
 

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Duration
02:54
Key
8
Tempo
78 BPM

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