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8AM In El Centro

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[Letter]

It sickens me to think about it
How much do you really know me when you think about it
You might have heard some rumors from a girl I used to screw with
Haters pick my name out of your mouth with a toothpick
You think you're to sick, I could give two shits
But I don't even care to do that I made peace with the top
It's time to get to that
Illest emcee, skin color make your crew mad
And i don't even speak, unless it's to this mic man
I wish my parents were together but I guess that was old plans
Cuz I grew up in a house
With a family that makes no plans
Somehow I pulled us together releasing stress in these records
I've been feeling better
Everybody wanna judge but they ain't slamming they gavels
You see me and look, and I don't see you I'm laughing
No concern for what the weak minded wantin to happen
I'm the captain, the pilot, the motherfuckin screwbrain
Flights are coming free so now I'm hitting like 2 planes
Tryna book shows all I need is a shot
Cuz I could aim at any beat and lay a verse and a drop
And have a target audience that all the latest tryna copy
Spikes on my hat piece since before it was cool
Now I'm starting to think that fame ain't so far to pursue
This music i've been making sounds like parties and truth
But all i've really been doing is breaking sweats in the booth
Breaking bread with my crew, theres enough to go around
We wanna live more then comfortable throwing ones at the ground
I feel like I'm in love with every one of them strippers
But then again it's just a game of who's the biggest tipper
Bitches be like that, and they ain't even stripping
But I'm focused on the money so I ain't even tripping
Grew up in a little town quite similar to yours
Except most dudes are jealous, and most girls are whores
Rumors go around like shots are being poured
It seems like everybody's tipsy from keeping they're mind closed
Keeping their mouth open not thinking before they speak
In the studio 7 days straight none of my shits weak
All of my shits hard you know ima get far
Spikegang ima rep hard we never gon die off
That king shit rubbed off that boss shit been me
The kinks are ironed out why weren't we winning?
Had to take it back and build an image that was real
Now it seems like they listen for the lyrics that they hear
Started from the bottom and we still ain't there
Every day is a journey I feel it I'm so close
To standing on top of stages talking about what I wrote
There's people like me standing in the front row
They relate to what i've been through but won't quite ever know
Until you see a day in the life of how I used to cope
Top Ramen tastes like shit for every mothafucking meal
I wanna be on top of buildings while im grubbing for real
At some fancy resturaunt that I can't pronounce the name of
And every course is a must for me to get a taste of
Right now I'm manifesting the feeling of feeling that
Riches, gorgeous bitches and all this money from killing tracks
[Outro]
Yeah, LOA
LOA, Yeah
This the realest shit I ever wrote
On my mom, yeah, on my dad, yeah
Ima ride for this shit, for my syndicate
Yeah (x2)
LOA

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