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the life - traverse lyrics

not a lot of people mess with me;
most the girls say i’m a dog i’ll hand you the pedigree;
gangstas say i’mma get cooked, i’ll hand you the recipe;
and to the ones that say my music’s dead i hope you rest in peace;
but i guess that’s just the life of a winner, of a star, of a kid, that’s the life;
beats my dinner, i go hard won’t shut my lid up on the mic;
call me sinner, call me target, what i did is not your life;
so don’t worry if it isn’t what you like, it’s my life;

i’m a small town spitter with a big dream;
had a big dream since i was 12 spitting sixteens;
now i’m past 16 really doing lots, while everyone around me slowing like a music box;
i’m speeding it up, beats i’mma leave in the dust;
most of you rappers are speaking that gibberish and it ain’t even enough;
it’s the truth, you ain’t speaking it much;
jewelry? no it’s a side chain;
only got rings on my notebook;
most of y’all salty as my name, every word you hang on it like coat hooks;
coming up technically and musically, your expertise ain’t new to me;
so exit please cause wrecking beats is my specialty;
your eulogy is this track, ironically it’s called life;
my heated flow is sweet as c0ke you’re all hooked on it like hard white;
putting in that practice hands writing through them long nights;
now what my fingers, wrist and palm write is like a bomb strike;

the life of a winner, of a star, of a kid, that’s the life;
beats my dinner, i go hard won’t shut my lid up on the mic;
call me sinner, call me target, what i did is not your life;
so don’t worry if it isn’t what you like, it’s my life;

got just a blue ford, don’t need a new porsche;
beats getting mauled and ate like a food court;
all my haters moves short like a loose cord;
it’s cool if you just bought a wraith or a two-door;
but i’m still slumming got the grind on my mind;
but my heart and soul’s spending time with the rhymes;
and the reason i don’t talk bout spreading crime with a 9;
is cause i ain’t caught in that but i’m intertwined with the lines;
cause i dream chase but at the same time i bread chase;
that ain’t the main goal, you’re mainstream once i x-ray;
you say you’re the best? that’s a stretch, i need flex tape;
cause i’m tearing up the game and all you haters best wait;
i was just a little young boy, fill a rap page on a bad day;
keeping to myself not a track laid;
wanting to blast stages so i can get max paid;
now i get m-ss plays, they give my stuff on wax praise;

- traverse lyrics

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