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Oct 2019
Why do I search for a beat when I make my own
Trying to learn to rap but I use my phone
At least I rap sober rather than ******
I generate creations in my head
I chase patience until I am dead
I rush things and strive for success
I've done things right I guess, yes
I have I good I stood up took claim of what I have aimed
I set goals and said I am great, and now I am, ****
Take that in you all the same
I have different trap, I rap with skill
You rap with bills
Live in the hills, I live in the flats
And I can rap
Written by
Jordan Hudson
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