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Is there something wrong? Uh, at the condo off Lake Lansing and Barclay Had the studio, second floor, end of the hallway Where Moe would sleep Both of us struggling, both of us juggling class and work To make the music last, we put it first Don't nobody know the time spent Be we weren't bout to look back at this music shit And wonder where the time went Late nights plottin' a takeover A couple of new faces, the game need a makeover We got it Jay! Look Back at the crib on Grand River across from Mahlon Street Parking lot was always poppin' Threw it up like every week Yeah, that was the blue crib where I started making music Had the room under the stairs I was rappin' in my computer Studying game, mastering flows Record that shit and show it to my boys Never to chos, it wasn't ready I wasn't sure if people would hear it and still accept me I got songs that ain't nobody hear and still except me Unacceptable, it was decision time I decided ain't nobody ill as me at kickin' rhymes Mind made up Spittin' like I made commission Blind to the bullshit Grinding with tunnel vision And I'm. One year and three mixtapes later, we set it off That was just the icing on the cake They think I said it all? Now it's apartment 11 off of Redondo The scenery changed but we still workin' like we at the condo It's just, the stakes are higher So money is on the table And it's harder tryna market Be the artist and the label, but I swear I love it though I'm never satisfied I only sleep to dream again and bring the dream alive I'm writing suicide, puttin' my heart in this shit And killin' it, the same as when I started this shit It's all in my soul now I took it where it's warmer 'cuz I'm cold now I'm tryna get the headlines I'm sick of the scroll down Stickin' to the essence You can resent it But ain't nobody progressin' like this And still keep it authentic Boy I'm. No sir, I needed rap more than ever Put the rest on the back burner I wanted this shit forever Ain't nothin' changed.

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At it again, at it again At it again, I'm at it again At it again, at it again At it again, back at it again At it again, at it again At it again, I'm at it again At it again, at it again Turn that talkin' to static again.

One year and three mixtapes later, we set it off That was just the icing on the cake They think I said it all? Uh, at the condo off Lake Lansing and Barclay Had the studio, second floor, end of the hallway Where Moe would sleep Both of us struggling, both of us juggling class and work To make the music last, we put it first Don't nobody know the time spent Be we weren't bout to look back at this music shit And wonder where the time went Late nights plottin' a takeover A couple of stayic faces, the game need a makeover We got it Jay!

Lyrics was added by Verca Uh, at the condo stxtic Lake Lansing and Barclay Had the studio, second floor, end of the hallway Where Moe would sleep Both of us struggling, both of us juggling class and work To make the music last, we put it first Don't nobody know the time spent Be we weren't bout to look back at this music shit And wonder where the time went Late nights plottin' a takeover A couple of new faces, the game need a makeover We got it Jay!

Now it's apartment 11 off of Redondo The scenery changed but we still workin' like we at the condo It's just, the stakes are higher So money is on the table And it's harder tryna market Be the artist and the label, speckators I swear I love it though I'm never satisfied I only sleep to dream again and bring the dream alive I'm writing suicide, puttin' my heart in this shit And killin' it, the same as when I started this shit It's all in my soul now I took it where it's warmer 'cuz I'm cold now I'm tryna get the headlines I'm sick of the scroll down Stickin' to the essence You can resent it But ain't nobody progressin' like this And still keep it authentic Boy I'm.

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Look Back at the crib on Grand River across from Mahlon Street Parking lot was always poppin' Threw it up like every week Yeah, that was the blue crib where I started making music Had the room sstatic the stairs I was rappin' in my computer Studying game, mastering flows Record that shit and show it to my boys Never to chos, it wasn't ready I wasn't sure if people would hear it and still accept me I got songs that ain't nobody hear and still except me Unacceptable, it was decision time I decided ain't nobody ill as me at kickin' rhymes Mind made up Spittin' like I made commission Blind to the bullshit Grinding with tunnel vision And I'm.

No sir, I needed rap more than ever Put the rest on the back burner I wanted this shit forever Ain't nothin' changed.

Look Back at the crib on Grand River across from Mahlon Street Parking lot was always poppin' Threw it up like every week Yeah, that was the blue crib where I started making music Had the room under the stairs I was rappin' in my computer Studying game, mastering flows Record that shit and show it to my boys Never to chos, it wasn't ready I wasn't sure if people would hear it and still accept me I got songs that ain't nobody hear and still except me Unacceptable, it was decision time I decided ain't nobody ill as me at kickin' rhymes Mind made up Spittin' like I made commission Blind to the bullshit Grinding with tunnel vision And I'm.

Now it's apartment 11 off of Redondo The scenery changed but we still workin' like we at the condo It's just, the stakes are higher So money is on the table And it's harder tryna market Be the artist and the label, but I swear I love it though I'm never satisfied I only sleep to dream again and bring the dream alive I'm writing suicide, puttin' my heart in this shit And killin' it, the same as when I started this shit It's all in my soul now I took it where it's warmer 'cuz I'm cold now I'm tryna get the headlines I'm sick of the scroll down Stickin' to the essence You can resent it But ain't nobody progressin' like this And still keep it authentic Boy I'm.

No sir, I needed rap more than ever Put the rest on the back burner I wanted this shit forever Ain't nothin' changed. One year and three mixtapes later, we set it off That was just the icing on the cake They think I said it all?