Soopa - Traces lyrics

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Soopa - Traces lyrics

[Verse 1] George Soopacrzy, I'm Soopa, no Lois Lane I stay in my lane, "The Intellectual", that's self proclaimed My mind was Calamity Jane, but physically calling me Django A slave who's pointing these guns, but they wanna run, it takes two to tango I knock some sense up in their heads to make em change To getting these dollars bills of Benjamin's, now tell me who's making it rain yeah I'm full of myself, I mean I'm really feeling myself I mean I'm just a teen, by any means, infatuated with wealth I want the fashion, the high end, or king, just calling me Highness King George, im bringing the force, better back up man or get the Heisman Poser, get closer, red or blue pill, n***a I'm Neo Don't play tricks in my matrix, cause i might go serial And k** all these brothas lyrics bro, doing that really ain't harming me And I don't rap fast, but I rap fast, and I'm still bone thug with this harmony Harmonize, open ya eyes and notice me, or die quick Or die slow, a good way, you die hard on a good day, and all I gotta say is touché [Hook w/ Kenzie FromWelly] We running, we running, we running, we running Chasing an endless dream, hoping we catch it to become something Making no a**umptions, cause this music's never promised But I promise, I'mma keep going on, man I'm never stopping (x2) [Verse 2] The only thing I have to fear, is fear itself I'm being myself, by bringing this knowledge, and tryna subsume it into your health You better come welcome it, embrace it, if the shoe fits, then lace it Runaway when you lace it, and race to the finish, finish til you make it See, this far from basic, I'mma keep going til I reach home base man Young star in the making, I made my mind read these animations That gave me the blueprint, the green light, just to go far It's golden, so I'mma go hard, while these other dudes, they go soft Young dude, nineteen, black and wild? Most likely But I'm nonchalant, I'm no "Einsteen" And these dudes are squares, I'm an emcee And they envy, anybody with a mic, call my n***a Mike, Tell him k** em on a track please And no athletes, and they mad cause my flow be running fast like a track meet We got these dudes racing for their fate We Nicholas Cage em, cage em in and remove their face Too quick for the track, that DNA can't even trace You wanna attack? I battle rap and spit this mace [KRS-One Outro]

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