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abstract - the place to go lyrics

[verse 1]
yo
yo, listen to my sound
the lyrics that you’re hearin’ were never meant for the underground
so if you someday find me on the surface
just know the message was made to spread for a purpose
’cause they say the top is where they hear you clearly
so that’s the place to go to make the world hear me
the place to go to get the crowds to cheer me
the place to go to make those below fear me
and they say i’m just a kid with a mic and a dream
a pretty dope flow with a d-mn good team
and, you know what, i’d say that’s true
but i like kids rappin’ with no drive to push through
it ain’t always winnin’, sometimes we all lose
lucky to be always winnin’ in the eyes of my crew
but sometimes i just have some off days
the hate comes up like dark clouds to sun rays
try to put my mind back inside in illegal ways
but when it comes down to it, i don’t get it
i’m bigger than my enemies, but i can’t neglect it
why can’t they stand back for a second and respect it?

[bridge]
yeah, just a second
take a second to respect it

[verse 2]
yo, i been rappin’ for about six months
you’d think i was a veteran the way these kids front
funny how the bigger i get, the more they act tough
i guess they tryna bring me down ’cause they know i’m what’s up
but it’s all good, i know i would
i ain’t sayin’ i’m weak, i’m just my biggest critique
i never written a song i thought was perfect
always more things to add on and ways to work it
the search for perfection is what makes music worth it
true flow must be learned, only beats can be purchased
and that’s real talk (real talk)
kids are into that these days, but they forget the real walk
talkin’ ’bout how they holdin’ down the block with they guns c-cked
while they sittin’ in the room only holdin’ down caps lock
haha, that’s funny
it’s like they two cents is monopoly money
no one these days is really bein’ that real
even rappers these days ain’t sayin’ how they feel
money, weed, p-ssy, yeah, the regular drill
most those rappers spittin’ that have a side job to pay the deals
kids try to live like they hear in the songs
i ain’t against drinkin’ and kids hittin’ bongs
but if anybody lies about the life, that’s wrong
salute to anyone who stayed real in the game
stay true to the name, still got the fame
we may be the last ones on earth, that’s insane, god!

- abstract lyrics

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