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dimensional - 3am in easley lyrics

[intro: dimensional]
yeah
kanye this to you
[verse 1: dimensional]
screw rap artists
screw kings
i’m at a new level might as well invent my own thing
to add to my own game
with my own name
might drop dimensional ‘cuz i’m too real to carry a fake name
i’m sneakin’ up on rappers ‘cuz i got time to improve
kanye i ain’t got to watch the throne ‘cuz the one that you sit in ain’t cr-p
yo’ game ain’t rap
that’s just a lyrically dead
big head, i’m fed
up with the fakes
thinking they deserve a drum roll
number of fake kings could fill up ten scrolls
my god the only man that need a crown though
my lyrical iq like water i can’t show it all ‘cuz you might drown though

[verse 2: dimensional]
yeah, no crown on me i’m with that crew thing
true to me true to you
rise above you all my homies comin’ too
i’m just promisin’ what these normal rappers scared to do
i don’t even care about cars, hoes, money
funny
how the teen going off with some adults yellin’ preach
look at what the christian could teach
you think rap is s-x, money, drugs
but the new prince comes in awesome not even working with the thugs
real rap is just the spirit no c0ke
real rap is just the spirit no smoke
gang bang, drug slang
ex it all out this a new thang
i can already imagine the future of my disc
y’all lookin’ like why he ain’t talkin’ “guns, knives, k!ll?”

[verse 3: dimensional]
lookin’ at this mans music like wheres the sk!ll?
he ain’t no n-gga for real!
white boy lookin for white j’s
3 years long hair days
lookin’ like a cracker always
south carolina surrounded by rednecks
ain’t chasin’ no white checks
no red no blue reps
cracker lyricist must be funny like mike epps
y’all must think i’m insane in the membrane
cypress hill was in my minds hallways
just got done seeing it was his birthday
june back to may
pourin’ thoughts into my lyircs
so real rappers fear it
and so fans entertained for some months

[verse 4: dimensional]
almost squeaky clean
flip flops
sorry n-gga, guess it’s an advisory sticker when the album drops
white kid with guns aimed to his head
my dudes know it’s cool even if i’m dead
you don’t like my words look away this is work
but i still play
hard feelin’ like khalifa
ain’t chasing either green s with a line nor reefah
this is probably one of my worst songs
but i know it’s good i ain’t wrong
so you know what i spend time on is something kanye tryna rhyme on
you know you good when you been hearin’ from rich dudes out the hood
got rednecks holdin’ my disc
not many believed in me, then i turned to this
i’m not at the top yet but if i quit i already be missed

[verse 5: dimensional]
soundcloud followers growing
my mind knowing
lyrical g*nius is showing
was depressed like y’all say a teen should
now i’m over what i was
yeah now everything’s good
feel like i’m normal no need to meditate
yo, i’m feelin’ like i could shoot down any human swaying his arms tryna levitate
new beef
well done
spillin’ barbecue
blood
sweat and tears
come get some
no hook, feelin like nothing is the same
reading my raps like i know they’ll know my name

[outro: dimensional]
i know me and god’ll have the fame
life on that big picture
don’t a single phony dude fit the frame

- dimensional lyrics

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