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1. Find Me In The Streets (Prod. ThatKidGoran)

I do not own any rights or licenses to this beat. Instrumental:    • Logic x Eminem Type Beat - 'Prey'   Lyrics: Verse 1 This is destiny Whoever dint believe can get the best of me Wasting all my energy depressed and suffer mentally But blessed to be Who I am and what my mind detest I try my best indefinitely cross my chest repent my sins it’s definitely All I’ve got now Stressing out at home just tryna watch out For any mishap happenings I’ve gotta ball out These kids just hear one bar and start asking for a call out I am here tied up in the game so who has got the balls now? These rappers asking for hand outs I couldn’t have that I’ve come unexpected like you end up cumming for a fat lass I’m a diamond B, like Borussia Monchengladbach These pussies are so scared I’ve got em running through a cat flap Take drugs like anthrax, you hear me knocking for ya dropping bodies to the floor quicker than morgue employers [snore noise] Sorry am I boring? Better suit up like a torie cos I got a whole storyboard for ya boy better get your fraud lawyers I’m not just anyone I’m someone you wish you was If I’m making you stronger well then I’m someone you kiss to god If I’m making you motivated I’m someone to fix the job And if you’re throwing me constant hate then I’m someone who’ll piss you off Pre-Chorus Back and stronger than ever it’d be wrong not to end ya But longevity can go a long way let me tell ya Gis your number to bell ya and you’ll be waiting forever I don’t need anybody tryna tell me what I endeavour Chorus Hip hop and that is what I set my mind too If you think I’m gon’ be nothing then you’re lying through your teeth It’s more than just recording tracks and rhyming to a beat This is house to other rappers but you’ll find me in the streets Verse 2 These four walls get lonely so I’ve gotta keep em company Banging raps don’t listen to trap that shit is junk to me Rough round the estate I live but god he keeps me hungry So I’m tryna bust it out of this cage it’s deeply humbling Where I come from you get dragged down beat up and fucked on If you turn a corner where I live there’s junkies shooting up What happened to drinking 3 litres and doing some snuff Now I see kids as young as twelve sniffing glue from a cup Worlds fucked, but let’s spend money on Space X Fuck the kids lets send a rocket into space man it’s space less All the billionaires stay checked, pulling fake checks, satans web untangling dangling in your face yes It’s true Don’t believe me I don’t give a shit Keeping my faith with me I don’t need your opinions Yes you’re entitled to it don’t mean I need to listen to it how about you shut your face ‘fore I put my fist through it You’re just a kid stupid Why you putting on this music? Is it cos it’s different or you so afraid to choose it? Gimme a mic Elkae chews it, Bane, lose it, Bang a beat and a kick and I’ll bring you pain through it Pre-Chorus Back and stronger than ever, I’d be wrong not to end ya But longevity can go a long way let me tell ya Gis your number to bell ya and you’ll be waiting forever I don’t need anybody tryna tell me what I endeavour Chorus Hip hop and that is what I set my mind too If you think I’m gon’ be nothing then you’re lying through your teeth It’s more than just recording tracks and rhyming to a beat This is house to other rappers but you’ll find me in the streets Verse 3 King of the underground like I’m R.A Rugged Man you wasn’t killing raps before I came up, you’ll never find me stuck like tutorials They saying never bring a knife to a gun fight call me Swan from The Warriors If you changed your mind coming at the boss you disappointed me If you ever wondered who’s they’re scared to diss they point at me It’s quite obvious skilled among others but piss your top 3 Wanna throw fists or debate come get eristic off me These bars are too advanced for you newbies it’s true You haven’t got an ambition? Well then it sucks to be you Dumb it down for ya? Nah you’re just lucky to listen I shouldn’t have to spit bars with a fucking description Hip hop ain’t for ya, rap ain’t for ya, I settle you’re popping scores Hide your kids and lock your doors I’m coming, the god of wars Dropping broads and socking jaws so good you’re wanting more I ain’t stopping till I’m never forgotten and rocking tours Everybody’s afraid of me when that mics plugged in I rhyme so sick I sneeze and my eyes don’t blink But predicaments occur thinking do I drive drunk pissed? I’m tryna make my mind up but I don’t like Buck’s Fizz and now I’m Pre-Chorus Back and stronger than ever, I’d be wrong not to end ya But longevity can go a long way let me tell ya Gis your number to bell ya and you’ll be waiting forever I don’t need anybody tryna tell me what I endeavour Chorus