A Man Of High Honor

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I'm gamin' freaks and flamin' beats, pain is deep

Blowout in sweeps; was a prospect that became elite

Gotta start somewhere

If the money right, then I'ma run there

I step into the booth and self-destruct

But I'm immune to the destruction

I throw harpoons towards the corruption

They throw stones then hide they hands after

I hustle up, then I buy land after

Every day is a new chapter that I capture

My patterns of behavior show I get busy

I make a fashion statement with every piece

They wonder why my style's so flame

'Cause I was brought up on Nas and Wu-Tang

The master plan is to be executed, not spoken

Left many hearts broken, just keep your hearts open

Ain't no escapin' the reality we live in

I came too far for me to ever wanna give in

To me, that's forbidden

My plan's to crush the wicked

I'm back on the grind again as if I ever stopped

I hustle constant, just tryna maintain

Stay in the green and get the profit

Uh, they can't stop it

Watch the funds stockpile

Stop for what? Not now

When you up, they try to put your stock down

I keep the steel like the techno-organic virus

My third iris helps me see without bias

I spawn fires, a man of high honor

If I fail, that only means to try harder

If we fall, we always get back up

I fuck a track up, you gon' need backup