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creatives only – tahj cypher lyrics

[verse 1: trillbazz]
i ain’t got no peak but i’m on a mountain
i always kept it streaming like a water fountain
this my calling, i’m speed dialing opportunity
we making history that lasting for eternity (infinity)
i snap like a tree branch, stacking my green i don’t need ranch
game always locked like a key latch
why does everything always come with a string attached
i’m just tryna build, grow with the day 1 co guild
if you want beef we can get that grilled
why do they hate when you real, being genuine can get you k!lled
this is my craft cooking up the steel just like it’s minecraft
your lyrics be looking like rough drafts
you a group of phonies like a news cast
that’s why you will always place last
i’m present in the future you in the past
i can’t keep up with time it moving too fast
molding success like a cast
i know who you are tho dont put you on blast
i don’t keep up with a schedule
i just be modding the module
demons want to cease my existence
but cause of god i got resistance
i’m always down with the movement
you fear me and hear the improvement
im just a grinding working student
i love the underground you know i’m prudent
this is for anyone
trust me relate this to everyone
you know me know that im never done
you also know that i already won

[verse 2: azure the paradox]
yuh, i stretch the beat i just be loungin no effort
how i make it and k!ll it, like you could do any better
i mean my whole d-mn discography just be lacking these errors
in another dimension you never seeing my era
laying up with my goddess like what the f-ck you expect
these n-ggas ain’t really rapping they just be chasing the checks
they skip leg day on daily they prolly breaking they calves
i put this beat in a he-rs- cuz i gotta cover my tracks
uh, if casey meeting susan who the truest anthony
im trying to be the coldest in the game, n-gga plan to be
been in my direction all the fortune just gon pan to me
too young for them clubs but i know them girls gon dance to me
i been tripping lately, still writing love letters
told my shawty ain’t noother n-gga love better
barely trending but im soon to be a trendsetter
and shoutout my n-gga harley with the vendetta

[verse 3: harrles batcher]
sh-t so f-ckin crazy man my life is crazy
took to many drugs and now i’m feelin wavy
run it back i’m feelin crazy (yuh)
i’m feelin crazy (yuh, yuh)
f-ck it up dump it off
i do not give a f-ck
loud pack and yayo that’s all that i play bro
where is you at tho
always at the crib never f-ckin leave
rollin up a blunt fill it up with leaf
elevate my brain co the team
come with the heat, wanna catch a fade
hold up we’ll meet (yuh)
all of the homies they still sling them bricks
don’t give a f-ck if they see you in six
pulling the hammer on lady’s an sh-t
run your -ss dry it’s still f-ck all the pigs
co the team and lost boys be the clique
f-ck what they say we be runnin this sh-t (yeah)
f-ck what they say we be runnin this sh-t (ay)
yeah co the team and lost boys be the clique yeah

[verse 4: jayy teee]
yeah, they better not be f-cking with the rap pack
cause i’ll come back with an attack
on they b-tch -ss with a mortar
b-tch i’m immortal and imma
destroy every bit of confidence
incompetent anonymous grab em by the esophagus then rip this sh-t
i could never be synonymous
so feel the consequence
from a humble fellow with his consciousness
they only in it for the clout
we been on a cloud and we never backing down
hear my sound and flip sh-t now
cause a white boy spitting like he’s on another level
pedal to the medal i’mma reach up for the mothaf-cking medals
never settle for the worse only wishing for the best
cause the devils coming for our f-cking chest
till we just find a way but we already blessed
first place leaving n-gga’s in the dust
alright let me slow it down now , sike
ain’t no compet-tion when i do the composition
only ammunition spitting when i’m ripping with my n-ggas
it’s a f-cking demolition y’all gon need an electrician
cause we spitting fire
just to mix it with the superst-tion
all you b-tches better wishing
on our motherf-cking downfall
like a plane getting hit by four bombs
insane let it bang six four palms
put it to your brain like trigrams
n-ggas going up against five rams
get you sick enough to get a migraine
it’s all you b-tches against my brain
(my brain, my brain, my brain)

- creatives only lyrics

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