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The Gift – Childish Major e Matik Estrada
Turn me up in the headphones
Alright, Let's do it
Unh
Another day, another dollar
But these 4am wake up's
Be enough to make me holler
Since I thought that shit was lame
A nigga dropped up out of college
When I was growing up
They all thought I'd be a scholar
The problem was
That never excited me
I was better with writing these
Lyrical tirades
That was clever & righteous
See they, severed & frightened these
So called rappers
That lacked the type of passion
That O-dogg practiced
As society's menace
With his no talk-action
Type of mentality which captured me
To go all at it
Making my peace with Zay
Rather be this so called Matik
Taking this leap of faith
I think I got this pole vault mastered
Straight forward with it
Understand I won't fall backwards
Nah, not the slightest
You niggas can't stop the fighting
And that's real mane
Who the hell you think you is
Mills Lane?
Weathered the storm cause I will reign
Trill
Let me borrow your ears
This ain't nothing like twitter
But you should follow the kid
There is no need existing
Just having sorrow for years
Just take hold of the present
And know tomorrow's a gift
Alright
Let me borrow your ears
This ain't nothing like twitter
But you should follow the kid
There is no need existing
Just having sorrow for years
Just take hold of the present
And know tomorrows a gift
You see I'm high off life
But the shit just got me tripping
Plus I smoke a little reefer
But I guess that's not to mention
Just a young Michael Jordan
Outchea tryna stop the Pistons
But tell me who's the best
Without a Scottie Pippen
Developed the proper vision
Despite of them doctor visits
He don't see it how I see it
He's saying my optics isn't
Up to par, I'm a star my nigga
I got to glisten
So I don't hear that bull
I try to stay optimistic
These niggas'll kill your dreams
They saying they not realistic
But you can't hear ya heart
If you don't stop and you listen
I ain't bussing down birds
And I ain't copping no pigeons
I ain't risking my freedom
To hit the block and to get it
They selling rocks for these tickets
These niggas be trapping, selling
And servin'
But Matik hell with them verses
When rapping it's well deserving
Cause life is passing like Ervin
Magic, my nigga
They say he's young black & gifted
I'm just Matik, my nigga
Trill
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