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diverse one - this is how lyrics

(verse 1: diverse one)
in a family of white sheep i was the only black one
i was too infatuated with football and once that’s done
appearance grunge like 3 doors down
never assimilated, searchin’ for a crown
felt talentless, needed to shift, no five nights at freddy’s
disses were poppin’ off, like the sickest (six) confetti
had fun, but then it struck me there’s room for evolution, 24/7
i ate my dinner, then wrote and rode to hеaven
but a cloud always hangs over me nеver on cloud nine
depression entered, i felt like ten without the one
and now i’m back where i started
but i rebelled, recorded an artist
in the making, i’m who they’ll make king
strategic tactics to sneak in and begin
fell but rose, at teenage or kid days
a th+rn in your side is the same flower on your grave
you better hear what i say

(hook 1)
this is how music
(did what? what it did?)
made a poor man rich
(yes it did, tell em how)

(verse 2: royal g)
yeah, i graduated from the masterclass of rap
got infatuated with the magic of the pen
started jotting rhymes all up on my pad
yeah, i guess i’m sent to gather everything
put ‘em in the ink, spit ‘em on the paper
even if i fail, i’ll come back to it later
i made it, i’m satan, the f+cking devil
i suppose that affects the way they see my bars and go to rate ‘em
but give no f+ck about a hater
‘cuz i rap for myself, and it made me better
both a person and a spirit, yeah, i lifted levels
didn’t have an ounce of the courage
mind was so empty, not furnished
body floated with waves of the current
then i found it, and i followed the calling
startled my own limits and i was all in
had a rocky start but now i’m balling
one thing that i promise, though
i’m never f+cking falling
(hook 2)
this is how rapping
(entertaining, i wanna rap son)
made nothing a king
(im a king now, matthew!!)

(verse 3: matthew the artist)
when i’m on the microphone you know i’m causing mind control
the maestro knows i’m blind to sh+t like bifocals
i’m in line for hits like boxers and ima sock your nose
i gotta list of rappers i’ll murder and am i stopping? no
and will my problems show, cause im a problem child
so ima sit back and ima watch and smile
they say it’s all denial and when i’m awful vile
i just say f+ck you here’s my shoes go walk a mile
you’re mad i say that i’m the best you must never heard a rap song before
and if you want beef then i’m a carnivore
so i got sharp t++th and i’m not soft no more
i’m like jack the ripper and you’re a common wh0re
i’ll go after lil pump and lil xan but spin it back
that sh+t is wack
cause if you’re saying this and that to mumble rap
i’ll give you cr+p for sticking up to old dudes cause they could kick your ass
uh, yeah
haha
(hook 3)
this is how you know
(know what?)
we’ve all got a pot of gold
(you just gotta dig deep, dig deeper mane)

- diverse one lyrics

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