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Jericho
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Battle For Success
Intro
A little message to all of those who discredit I'm the shit at what I do and I don't need you to accept it Ticking time bomb flow, once I blow up they'll regret it Yo JR, I think we got em on this record Hook Living young wild and reckless on my road to imperfection Give em line after line and it's nothing less than impressive Switch it up to keep em guessin', definition of an artist Somethin' new and somethin' different's been my motto since I started With my city on my back, hopin' it don't leave no scaring If it does guess I'll I chalk it up to remnants of the war On this battle for success that I'm clearly headed towards That I'm clearly headed towards (yea) Verse 1
Straight out Tally settin' standards, a real game changer got heads noddin' from hippie niggas to gang bangers And he's far from a stranger when it comes to guns held Ain't talkin' R&B, but I know a nigga with 1-12 And if we got a problem, then he's quick to let it bang Notes to get my hands dirty, ain't need to leave a stain If your shootin' for the stars keep it steady with ya aim Em said we only get one, shame to let it go in vain Money can buy it all, but trust it cannot obtain Couldn't buy love either, but I feel their one in the same For a man with soo much to loose, in the theirs soo much to gain And when your this concrete, ain't a problem paving your lane Just keep a steady foundation, strong enough to sustain Some of the impending problems that come with this music game Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And I wish you the best of luck, this shit get slow and insane Tell ya this though, one thing about me that'll never change Im living -
(Hook)
Verse 2
Got a bar for every star up in ya solar I told em stop sleepin', but that only get you soo far They looking for a reason and I plan on providing that Somethin' to look up to like those big screens at the I-Max, I AM THAT Flow wrinkle free, so there ain't a need to iron that In this lab perfecting my craft my nigs' where I am at Told me to knock em dead, so I hit the booth and lie em flat That's why you hear a flat line in the back And they call what I do amazing Standing behind these bars, so metaphorically I'm caged in, nigga this no façade Especially since I don't write, it's like my pens on strike For these lyrics a nigga mentals' the only needed utensil So fuck a pad and a pencil, I save that for them other guys And I rap like me, so don't compare to those other guys Unless it's one of the best then I guess I'll accept otherwise, shit I guess I'll accept otherwise I'm living-
(Hook)
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