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add-2 - 10,000 hours (30 hours freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
so a bunch- a group of really brilliant psychologists in the field of expertise research have sat down and tried to figure out how long do you have to work at something before you become really good. right? and the answer seems to be, it’s an extraordinarily consistent answer in an incredible number of fields and that is you need to have practiced, to have apprenticed for 10,000 hours before you get good…

[verse 1]
spilling my feelings on instrumentals, my mental riddled with little potential
know what you could have been?
i could have been with my n-ggas, grew up a screw up
blew up, moved up, i’m sick can’t name a booth that i ain’t threw up in
i’m sicker, think that a n-gga gon’ need some sudafed
if they think they gon’ play me well tell em suit up then
waiting for them to call me out like starting 5
i’m dead nice, i’m leaving these n-ggas mortified
sorta reporting, recording live from the borderline
my hands counting them digits you know i know the time
battling sin, i master my zen, matter of fact
mind over matter i turn beef back into cattle again
cutting the gr-ss the snakes don’t even rattle me
learning to balance’s a talent n-ggas don’t even have it
verbal -ss-ssin, follow the leader that follow my p-ssion
picture me picking a beat, picking your caskets
i’m never budging
like giveaways, come and get it if you really want it
i hear them talking, i got verses that could end discussions
uhn ughn, you n-ggas fronting, rhyming like desiigner
n-ggas thought they was the future but they really wasn’t
…funny how the game change
see you lost drive, minute that your lane change
shooting for the stars, better steady up your aim, mayne
i got far in a city for a n-gga who don’t gang bang
back at this rap sh-t, bomb n-ggas
they been exonerated, naw they not k!llers
n-ggas is not dope, n-ggas is not dealers
my village still a slum but n-ggas is not dilla
no t3’s i had 3 tee’s, i buy ten/baatin from footlocker
the l’s i/elzhi p-ss, my friends smoking no glaucoma
keeping the glock on em, these ki’s got locks
they acapella the beat meaning they got the drop on ’em
get popped like pac, these seeds popping like popcorn
p-ssies get the scrambling like they watching some blocked p-rn
what do you got for ’em? feel i’m in top form
cut from a cloth so rare thread would top forums
they know that my style greater, dark like darth vader
they say they sleeping on me? wake ’em like loud neighbors
raid em like al davis, run out like trial basis
i’m going in, i’m so outrageous i’m out, out!

[interlude]
yo, yo, i still got a little bit more, hol’ up
he told me to let it breathe so, aight

[verse 2]
what’s the price of your soul? what’s the price of your soul?
what’s the price of your life? worth silver and gold?
i see it in your eyes, the stress taking a toll
carrying all these demons has one h-ll of a hold on a n-gga
quicker i get up, bet i deliver
bet i get smarter, bet i get sicker
bet i get better, bet i get realer
better bet on me because i bet i’m bout to get richer
they can’t run with a n-gga
keep up, speed up, see ya, later bye bye i’ll leave ya
pulling up a seat and then proceed to put my feet up
finna make a home out the throne that you sitting on
know getting off on any song that i’m getting on
phantom of the opera, mask when they scar ya
watch out for your brothers, ‘member scar k!lled mufasa
funny what that jealous breeds see the greed in the air…
…but these n-ggas don’t care
tales of my demise was greatly exaggerated
…d-mn you should’ve waited and you should of weighed the pros and cons before you say it
i hear lines, like a barber i can get you faded
my ties tighter than two shoes with new laces
they say life a b-tch, no life is what you make it
you come p-ss/comp-ss i ruler just like a free mason
b-tch i will cremate ya
turn an author ash let a fiend free base ya
get ’em high, talking aerial height
you know i got enough dirt on you to bury you right?
you lightweight, don’t you know that i carry you right?
no threshold, prom night, i can carrie you right
rhyming out of this world i think i’mma need a sp-ceship
the ghostwriter, ghostriders get they face lit
saying super sayings/sayains, gohan going ape sh-t
this is real rap not that fake sh-t n-gga

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