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poet (po3t) - qjv lyrics

i rap on the beat like a poet
i’m takin first place they like no way
your iron man my wrist is golden
like mario i get to them tokens
like minecraft i’m build my cake up
broke, need a fix, call it bankrupt
ima god, but i can’t save ya
ima god, but i can’t save ya

you can not stop me won’t ever be like me cause i do it, i did it best
i’m the grandmaster i’m takin the top, plot out my moves might think that it’s chess
i can not fail god send your best
send em to h*ll, i don’t charge a fee
i can just tell that they changin on me
now he a stranger that doesn’t know me

people gon change this apart of the game
he was a brother yeah it is a shame
they pointin finger like who’s to blame
don’t compare we are not the same
you given your best had to compensate
i do my best and i dominate
apply the pressure like i carbonate
we blowin up yeah we detonate

people gone change but that is okay
it takes acceptance to free up the weight
some of my battles lose more than i gain
too much pressure, i bottle the pain
pushin full throttle i can’t get complacent
i tried explaining from now i’ll just save it
i give my all
my all ima give it
i’m comin with peace but they think i’m a menace
deuce not tennis except for my bracelet
i’m scorin twice and winnin so save it
comin for gold know ima take it
you’ll always be under me just like a bas*m*nt
one of a kind you can’t find a replacement
smokin in bandos the building is vacant
you undercover you put in a statement
know they’ll love me when i’m rich and i’m famous

people gon change this apart of the game
he was a brother yeah it is a shame
they pointin finger like who’s to blame
don’t compare we are not the same
you give your best had to compensate
i do my best and i dominate
apply the pressure like i carbonate
we blowin up yeah we detonate

my atmosphere i had to change
people turn sour it don’t feel the same
who is to blame
it is a shame
even through hardships i still kept my faith
dum as a youngin i dug my own grave
i fill up the whole and i pave my own way
multiple lanes for my brothers that stayed
i set examples my family will crave
build our community, these kids in to gangs

all these kids know bout hollow tips
and worried bout payin off they mamma crib
think he knows the stress of college kid
stupid ain’t cool gettcha knowledge kid
i went to school an i’m proud of it
ion listen what they say bout me
those people already doubted me

- qjv lyrics

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