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Ethan Ross
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On God I can't be withheld, on y'all if you don't wish well
On par with Gods, I ain't failed
Y'all far behind the ship sailed
I got my parts of myself to reveal
Full-force with a sword and a shield
Full-court I be running them drills
Sharp-cutting I be cunning with the skills
I ain't buying the things that they sell
I paid dues for 10+ taking them L's
Can't lie I rely on myself
Who pulling who card? I know what I'm dealt
Couldn't lower my vibe, I feel like I'm so high
People all mad cus I made up my mind
Barbed wire all on the fences I climb
Y'all still alive, so my revenge is my shine
I felt like nothing was worth it at times
Speaking up they didnt pick my side
Now everyone around me ride-or-die
Tryna ride this wave gon drown in the riptide
I be really embracing this, cus it's precious
Every second, is of the essence
I been really fed-up with all my stresses
Building on-top of one another, this pressure
Tends to be the one main thing
I gotta learn how to manage it cus I can't think
Me and them are not the same thing
I made it through the worst nights still fought when the day came
Bow down, never to no king, I'm ya king, now
POW, POW, then we flee the scene, shots done rang out
Wild child, since before a teen, had a thing bout
The sound I'll, take over y'all scene
Hit the floor just lay down
Yeah, I'm okay, looking in the crowd not seeing faces
Be afraid, of me first then look back in amazement 100 days
Feeling trapped
I feel like I been caged-in Beast inside of my mind
And I don't wanna tame it
Save a lot of my face cus I cannot wait for y'all to catch up to
The pace that I just keep chasing my self-medicated highs
And that's just true
The hate and lies, they just ain't survive
You try to take from mine then it's fuck you
Hey surprise
If I'm waving high then these flames'll fly and erupt huge
Yeah, really gotta talk my shit
Ready to back it with my fists, bitch, wait
Ain't nobody make this
I was loser but now I win Get to it quick
Walked-in all fresh my fit that shit that y'all can't get, uh
Often I'm stressed I'm lit so so yes it all depends, uh
Talk is worth less so zip them lips and walk instead
Yeah, all-in, no rest, my business they won't comprehend
Yeah, cøne gang really run it
My cloth y'all not cut from it
These boys really not one hunnit
Y'all only turning up to ten it don't cut it
Writer(s): Ethan Yampolsky, Ziuzin Alekseevich, Anton Gladkov
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