Rythmatical - 85% lyrics

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Rythmatical - 85% lyrics

I take a step and watch you rep and catch respect Cos every time I get on the mic you know I rock the set A million rhymes in debt, I'll pay it off, but not quite yet Not the type to take what's left I gotta work for what I get So take a walk like a pet I never understood a Mexican like me in the army Putting my life on the line for a country who doesn't want me That's the real sh**, the ill sh**, coming in to k** sh** Step up and have your a** handed to you real quick Lyrically they hear me, no need to be fearing me But I say "f** a label" cos I don't want them steering me You feeling me, you're k**ing me for what it really be But I'm embedded in the trees, so now they drug dealing me I'm inside of every baggie, motherf**ers can't tag me They running round in circles like donuts, f**ing fatties The mic comes in handy, it's all fine and dandy They stepping up, but I push 'em off like f**ing pansies [Hook] I see you got hands, but you still couldn't slap me Eighty-five percent happy, running like a track meet The same as last week, but I'ma keep rapping I'ma keep rapping I used to think everyone was fake But as of now, I realized that real guys only rise to my eyes to take What is real, what I feel Tryna eat a f**ing meal cos I'm ill Still improving my sk** Taking it, breaking it, motherf**er faking it All these people turning it down, I spend my time making it Breaking it like the leaves, best believe that I won't leave cos I tend to stick around when I play hide and seek I tend to back away just to see the bigger picture Want a penny for your thoughts, but you can take the change with you The tables have turned and the weed is getting burnt I keep sh** to myself cos I'm afraid of being hurt Two love letters and a smirk, but it works Until this plane crashes and we're buried in the dirt I walk the halls and stand tall so I ain't gonna let it fall Life's a game, I guess I'm just pa**ing the ball [Hook] I see you got hands, but you still couldn't slap me Eighty-five percent happy, running like a track meet The same as last week, but I'ma keep rapping I'ma keep rapping And it's the HideandSeekZoo f** you (One time though)

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