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I wrote this on an Amsterdam canal I rode a wave and left the ocean dry without a towel Ghetto bastard Ain't no father to this style Father figure Fight the devil Like the Golden Child They told me, "Ev, you gonna smell your roses" I told them, "we don't smell the flowers, we just hold our noses" Walking freely I don't go where I'm supposed ta I got my friends Got my enemies But foes are closer No energy no maintenance Some are in between I call those ones acquaintances In life there's some things you can't get over quietly Making shit that's notable But not for notoriety My hunger never left My ribs are touching my chest I'm at my best Dictionary definition of fresh A picture of E Place in pole position is me Letras de cancionesHit the throttle then decide where I'm intended to be So what the fuck Ayo we moving on up Another day another buck It never stops So I never stop chasing my dream As the world keep turning Only say what I mean I wrote this on the first thing I could find to write it On an envelope I never opened up inside it I'm a writer so my hand is guided I don't fight it Attract the company that I invited It's from a higher source And I of course Am enlightened Bringing all the thunder and the lightning Wondering about the moves I made and all the shade I curved It's like they don't react to actions They relate to words Learned my patterns and my habits Made adjustments Just enough so I can say I trust them I'm a drummer so I make percussion Never hurry So I'm never rushing Except my blood Different discussion Always into something No stopping when I'm emptying And always into something Like Dr Dre and MC Ren Never at the function They know just where I'm going to An open book I'd like to tell you what I'm going through Ayo we moving on up Another day another buck It never stops So I never stop chasing my dream As the world keep turning Always say what I mean Look, I wrote this in my basement, smokin', facin' Drinking this Henny straight, I don't do chasers In many states I still got open cases In any case, have your shit straight when you approach a gangster We broke in places, pistol-whip Lyor with broken faces Teeth fucked up, you gonna need braces Probably a few missing, there's gonna be spaces I go to places where you need your toast and drove a spaceship Your flow is basic, think you're fucking with me, you smokin', basin I've been low on patience with these rappers, yeah, I've grown impatient The pole is blazin', I slide on niggas like stolen bases God blessed me with opportunity, they hope I waste it I don't know why niggas be so focused on hopeless hatin' Niggas ain't even relevant, me and evidence, most prevalent The flow is heaven sent, it's evident The most benevolent, rocking my fashion rebel lettermen Got duct tape and rope in the same trunk I keep a shovel in From Letras Mania