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[Verse 1: Chanse M]
Trapped inside my thoughts
It's time to let it out
Money broads cars clothes
Is what the rapping bout
Boy shut ya mouth
All y'all n***as loosing
I'm the only real artist Coming out of saint louis
Chanse you gotta prove it
Well I'm about to do it
I take my life story
And spit it to y'all Thru my music
You making t**ng music
You think you doing something
Hand me yo CD So I can freaking piss on it
Man y'all don't want it
This is real hip hop
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
And I'm wearing flip flops
Funny acting n***as
I should call you Chris rocks
The fans say my time is coming
So I copped a wrist watch
n***a tic toc
I waited long enough
You think you got bars
But you not come strong enough
God gave me talent So why not use it
I don't wanna talk to you If it's not about my music
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[Verse 2: Chanse M]
Now and days
Everybody is the same
I just had to make a lane
To come up on a little change
All I ever wanted
Was a crowd to scream my name
Spitting these lyrics on these tracks
So you can feel my pain
And isolated young n***a
With a mic and a pen
I was hella awkweird
Never really had friends
Grew up in the hood
So I ain't never had zip
With that been said
That's why I'm tryna get rich
Grams always told me
She know I got the talent
My daddy always told me Never back down from a challenge
My momma always told me Never take no for a answer
And I knew I was the ish Since I was wearing pampers
So if you talk about me I'm really not tripping
I'm bring hip hop back Take notes and just listen
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