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limit – as expected lyrics

sh-t happens as expected, so i accept it
face to face, with the world being tested
trials and tribulations, try to stay at ease
then it’s back to the craft with some expertise
try to master these raps, not for the cheese
but this art’s in my heart, in my arteries
my heart stops when the beat stops, flatline
this is my f-ckin’ life, you think this sh-t’s my past time?
f-ck that, i hold it down, like some duct tape, f-ck face
on my way up like i jumped for a pump fake
my soul’s deep like the b-ssline
trying to take my fame, but it’s gametime
so that means my game face’s on, and the flame stays on
hard knock life, if you play, stay strong
cause the world’s full of yes-men, constantly testin’
your credibility with every single question
confession: being broke is gettin’ h-lla old
but i couldn’t find it in me to go on and sell my soul
sk!lls to pay the bills, i’m trying to make that true
submerged in these verbs, deep drownin’ in the booth
but i plan to live with these adjectives and clauses
d-mn it kid, i stay managin’ my losses
head held high, when i’m dead, tell my
story to my kids as i look from the sky
but until then, follow my journey to the top
solid foundation, not budgin’ (budgin’)
i’m tellin’ you homie, we won’t stop
so we keep on trudgin’, shovin’
lovin’ every moment that i’m livin’
given sk!lls, not wastin’
steady grindin’, keeping moving, and i’m waiting for the placement
exactly, perfect emergence
from there we go to work and we’re operatin’ like surgeons
can’t stop now cause i’m back on now
gotta keep fighting hard, pound for pound
with the pen, the mic, and my life in my hands
this is all that i am, doing all that i can
once the beat drops, and has a clash with me
i get a k!ller instinct with an -ss-ssin’s creed
trashin’ these wack haters, all trying to get to me
spittin’ toxic through the filtering, it’s nicotine
i hot box once i get in the booth
and i got ’em sayin, “yo, that kid is the truth!”
once my sh-t comes on, you can’t stay in one place
cause once the deck plays, i need a neck brace (hah)
p-ss the soju and cognac
get poured up, i showed up in a low hat
stay on, novak in a throwback
i’m a cold cat, showing y’all that i don’t lack
these rhymes, so i’m pullin’ it through
and i’m all up in the shade, cause i’m cooler than you
with the heart of a lion, but i’m lyin’ where the truth be
believe me, you see me on your news feed
oowee, i’m the new school bruce lee
kung-fu translates to rhyme schemes through me
so i set a line, creating a better vibe
so if you ain’t about the plus signs, nevermind
they talk loud, but we ain’t even flinchin’
my chick’s a dime, i ain’t f-ckin’ with these penny b-tches
i’m the illest, it ain’t a figure of speech
cause you know that can’t n0body do it bigger than me
and i’m certain that i’m workin’ like a merchant with a purpose
and the mind of a sage, and the cunning of a serpant (hold up)
patience is a virtue
now let’s bring it back home like a curfew

- limit lyrics

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