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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DR. Moriarity
DR. Moriarity
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
Mastering Engineer
The Great Doc
The Great Doc
Producer
True2kali
True2kali
Assistant Mastering Engineer
We Are Roses
We Are Roses
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Most rappers more bigger than a facelift More plastic like the sewer thing than rapping
 mixed tapes with
 Working sold out shows, you work the day shit Our work pays off, especially when you're
 on the greatest Try your best but that just ain't enough,
 couldn't waste this Eat up like edibles, walk and stick, you's
 a game bitch Play blind to your weak cadence, sheep to the
 shepherd You pay for the gain in the game rent
 This rap range couldn't even place fit Over ages spittin' fake shit
 We're not in the same league or the same lane shit
 We don't play, gotta be paid big We all making minimal wage
 Getting to the point that you're about to quit I do this for real, I'm on my way quick
 Move too slick like reindeer with no fiends sick
 Still here, still rise, still flight through the pain
 Dreams in my mind like stars in the rain Park in the rearview, dock on the lane
 Truth in my lips, you can feel it in the veins Life don't wait, so we learn from the strain
 Turn every scar to a part of the flame Dock by my side, park in my soul
 Come from the bottom, now I'm in control
 Six bars, six cars, livin' large It's easy to be this when I park in my garage
 I wish things could be a little bit easier, although life's a mirage
 I'm in awe until the crack of dawn, waitin' for the sun to hit my face
 Like you don't know what's wrong, what's wrong for right?
 It's gonna be a hell of a night, late night fights and date night rights
 Spendin' money easy when you don't watch the cash, honey, leave it
 Best believe that I'm breathin' in the snow
 Probably why my shop bringin' in all the dope
 Karma at its finest when I'm with the heinous
 Rhymin' islands in the miles of paper stacks
 Hold tight, daddy, be right back
 Wave with you, we act like a sleight of hand
 Catchin' quick backhand if you're tryin' to mess with my style and trend
 Once again, I'm with my best friend and wish you the best of luck
 Honestly, in this day of age, who needs a pen? I just need a friend
 Doc, right next to Pac, Doc, right next to Pac
 Doc, right next to Pac, Doc, right next to Pac
 Rise to the top, God rest his soul, that's real talk
 One day, I'll be on top, big thanks
 Yeah, in the end, we might need each other
 Stick with your brother, love your mother
 Give her a kiss like it's the last time you might get a chance
 Don't miss that chance, take advantage of the moment
 Only good vibes in real time, quit bein' an ass, stop drawin' back
 Baby, you can put this on rewind and play it back to back
 And that's that
 Every moment, I'm here reflecting my growth
 Used to drown in doubt, now I'm floating on hope
 It ain't about perfect, it's the journey I wrote
 Put the pain in the pen, now I'm speaking in quotes
 They say pressure makes diamonds, I'm proof in the smoke
 From the silence, I rose, now I'm givin' them soul
Written by: Alexander Lloyd Moriarity
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