The Final Song

[Verse]
Welcome to a modern bohemian mind
My wanderlust translated into a premium grind
They told me pick a lane so I powerslid through the median line
Until I found an exit label with Elysium signs
Leading the blind to get their eyesight, my chakras shine bright
Keep it 100 these others are more like pyrite
And to me, fool's gold is a pet peeve
Fuck a goal all my dreams I achieve
Never appeased to a soul
Did it on my own
And I did my own thing
And my own way, living humble
I deserve to be cocky as fuck too
Be the place that helped me create is what I owe every last bit of my love to
Verbal Kung-Fu with these lyrics
Smoke til I see my spirit
DreamSquad until death
Leaving other niggas stressed every time they hear it
Stop
Bang bang
No games
Draw fangs
On lames
Your fame's
Just shame
Never did it for the lifestyle
Cause the lifestyle will put you in chains
If you had a 4KTV you still couldn't put the vision in my head in frame
Wanna clash with my path I can guarantee whats in my way gets maimed
My voice still a little raspy
Beard still a bit patchy
But my tracks still nasty
Rap the seed of life around my competitors gladly
My brainstorm be a tornado
You muhfuckas better call HAARP
Lately I've been feeling like a volcano
But I guess that's life when you make ART

[Pre-Verse]
Bedlam in these streets
Bedlam in thees streets
Molotovs in my verses
You could see the flame when I speak
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