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Back in the booth where the tragedy ends
Switch up the team, let the magic begin
Fuck all you haters, I'm in it to win
Way back when them losers were letting me in
All of these bitches is mad at me, so?
Money unpinned how they magically fold
Honestly really can't pay it no mind
Because spending that time means I'd rather be broke
I'm out here living my passions and more
Witnessing pieces that patch to my soul
Nothing can irritate mattes, they literally showing them standards can turn into growth
Haters gonna hate when you winning and shit
Go for these bitches, they tend to forget
I'm out here yelling 'bitch, look at me now!'
I was once on the ground, now I'm stuck in the clouds
14 whole hours, a trip out to Spain
High in the clouds, but go jump in the rain
Just ten years later still fucking these haters
While facing my fears, no more running from pain
Haters gonna chase so I'm gunning with aim
No more fucking with bitches who stunting for fame
You can catch me out [?] and something deranged
Ain't it funny how suddenly something can change?

You gotta make a decision to be the one difference in your life
And turn it around
Turn it around, turn it around
Even when you feel you dumming it down
(x2)

Death with no pitching then tangle the cop
All nonbelievers better be silent
Not talking Jesus but honest to God
I reach my partner for [?]
Switching those bitches, adjusting my flow
Go against me and get right from the go
All of you bitches keep taking your shot
But if won't come at me, then it's straight for your flow
Hotter than niggas and bitches around
Deities bragging, our neighbors is down
Don't fuck with my bread, & don't fuck with my head
Cause to get to that point I'm seriously vile
Promise you people that evil's alive
Wish you can see what I see with my eyes
All of the demons that be in mind
So I burned out my bridges and cut all my ties
Said I would do this back when I was 9
Said I would do this before I got signed
Said I would give all these [?] and doubters
A reason and purpose to question their lives
Look where I am and then look where I've been
Tell me that I ain't destined to win
Never get power to none of you cowards
Then tell me what you think my destiny is

You gotta make a decision to be the one difference in your life
And turn it around
Turn it around, turn it around
Even when you feel you dumming it down
(x2)

Gone for a minute but back on my grind
Promise to you and no messing my mind
Took all my job into submission
And force my ambition to step in the line
I know that they did not want me to shine
I know that they did not want me to climb
I know my side that being a boss, me making these bitches get back on their jobs
Can anyone fuck with me now? No
How do these bitches respond? No
Looking behind and seeing me now
What, do they think I'm beyond? No
I'm just be taking my time, slow
Being alone in my mind, flow
Putting the concepts of all that's inside me into this shit I'm designed for
Cross over the pit but I'm back in the game
That's right bitches, I'm tracking my lane
Focused on bridging the gap
And showing that you found a way to accomplish that dream
Know how it feels when they kicking you down
And it's getting you down
You gotta make the decision to be the one difference in your life and turn it around

Turn it around, turn it around
Even when you feel you dumbing it down
I know it's hard to be adamant, too
When you stand out like a sore thumb in the crowd
No niggas and bitches and quitters aloud
Ball inside you until the survival of your dreams
Until you are living them out
Turn it around, turn it around
Even when you feel you dumming it down
You gotta make a decision to be the one difference in your life
And turn it around
Turn it around, turn it around
Even when you feel you dumming it down
You gotta make a decision to be the one difference in your life
And turn it around

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I’m running, running through the jungle
Running like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told you all niggas better get these bitches
Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches
I am, lyrical intrusion,
You bitches can’t see me like I’m really an illusion
I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking tooth that
Till I know the meat out like a motherfucking toothpick
Ah, I’m nasty nigga, like Nas like kim, like Cassie bitches
Like I’m fucking Chris dope or that raspy nigga
Or the skin on the feet of a ashy nigga
I am, whatever they say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick bitches at stadiums
Fuck them other bitches I sound better in the place of them
I kill this shit this the motherfucking raping
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York

I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a dragon
That wnt missing from a dungeon
Y’all a bunch of niggas getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I’m satan, and I’ma take your ass to church now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first down
I love it, when these bitches know I’m better than them
Cause I don’t hear, not a word or a letter from them
I’m a fire, enemies of the force round
Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it’s round
Bitches and a condo, I sit with an open mouth
Bitches and you bitches are lyrically
Like some fucking down syndrome, no offence
No shame in all, but y’all bitches on knees like baby claws
You can catch me out in Cover, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah hate don’t talk bitch do

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York

I’m lyrical coming on general
Take shots when I was a criminal
Don’t stop, continue on running around
But never …some of the shit that I’m fin to do
Y’all … that I’m giving you
If you front, I’m gonn put and end to you
I’m like scorpion, bitch I will finish you
Making nasty, real, real nasty
Way you bitches running like you will get past me
Won’t happen you bitches could get on, when I’m off it
Try to cross me now, you be gone in a coffin
It’s just me, myself and I
Talk tough shit and I’ma beat you till you die
Ask why, because I’m better than you’ll ever be
That’s why shit negotiate seems lighter than heavy d

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York.

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