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Iâve come too far to turn back,
I canât turn back now,
Iâve come to turn back homie,
I canât turn back now,
You become theyâre favourite subject,
Just to open up a budget,
Most get Pacqiuouâd and never recover from it,
When you see it early,
They say your bitter and slummin,
And when it happens is when theyâre like,
You mustâve seen this comin,
Even the hardest of artist get pressed by pieces of paper,
For when they go collect,
Vampires leaveâm with vapours,
The rap career rapist,
They once were a fan,
But when the paperwork came,
He once was your man,
I pull a pheonix on elitist,
And rise from the ash,
Think about it,
How long can a bad thing last,
They said I was a defeatist,
Cause I question fake leaders,
But itâs hard to remember lies,
And I would makeâm repeat âem,
Otherwise, from the outside,
I didnât know how to stop it,
I tried to resize the picture,
Colour correct and crop it,
But the exposure was all wrong,
And the subject was off topic,
Theyâre make-up was all gone,
From cryin over theyâre pockets,
Now my picture screams promise,
Of stealth health and wealth,
And a breed of new heads,
That can speak for they self,
See my picture screams promise,
Of stealth, health and wealth,
And a breed of new heads,
Chorus:
Hated and debated like Ansaars in Bushwick,
I praise the creator,
To be great you see the greater, pic,
Can I always be right if I admit when Iâm wrong,
And I donât put certain things where other things belong,
Use the writers from Mission Impossible to deal with my issues,
Ya, I Nancy Botwin any negative doctrine,
I Olivia Pope a dope,
Wait for family to miss âem,
I John Teller the truth,
And I do this often,
I Walter White my plight,
Macgyver my misfortune,
I Micheal Knight the night,
Iâm Spartacus in the morning,
Khaliysi with three dragons,
Pay my debts like the Lanisters,
Iâm Dexter to these rappers,
Make Manson look like an amateur,
Ving Rhames cookin breakfast for your momâs til you move,
Jodi? Iâm saying, Iâm strong armin ya,
Slightly different from robbin ya,
Colon Powell swag,
Smilin, stylin and bombin ya,
Then march on Washington,
While Stevie plays the harmonica,
And usher in a new lane,
For ya body and brain,
They call me King Reign,
Motherfuckers,
Chorus:
- Álbum:
- Sincere