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They finally made it, egos are loaded, Their lives imploded, fame exploded and so did their minds, they had a soul but they sold it, now their reloading their nines, still corroding their minds, senseless crimes, reminiscent of times, when they controlled their lives, now they thinking banging on the block makes em thugs and G's, and now they wanna think they're big like they run these streets, but they just run their mouth with incoherent topics, talking about if we call em out they're gunna go ahead and pop em, but they got as much street cred as substance in the composition, that's none I'm killing them all off with the softest hit and, demolishing everything they've ever worked at, no more dreams for them well good it wouldn't have worked out, but me i got dreams bigger than reality, ill try to make em true spitting with intriguing duality, I know life ain't fair but I'm hoping this isn't in vanity, gotta go harder so I don't get jacked son (Jackson), Ran-dy, insanity, how the wack keep getting heard, and were still trynna get money flipping G's and birds, what's the word? When will they all realize, that the true mcs are right in front of their eyes, on the street corners flowing, on Soundcloud promoting, on YouTube ain't toying, making music ain't a job when they enjoy it, but they have no views because they really have a vision, labeled wack for not rapping like we were born ign'ant, but **** that we still have a mission, so well keep star shooting even if we're missing