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I'm sick to death of predictable rhymes
Such as I should be a drug dealer because I provide dope lines
I love you
It's true
I don't know what to do
Left her on read, now she's feeling blue
I'm tired of it all
I'm trying to raise my pen game to make up for where others fall 
 I'm just trying to Optimise
I stay to myself because problems arise
Once you start to get obsessed with dollar signs 
My pen aims in all directions and I won't apologise 
I don't care who gets hit or who's offended
Stop being so sensitive, I don't need friendships 
I'm Nas and Rakim blended
Kids these days can't even quote a Big Daddy Kane line
But they keep up with the Kardashians
Most of these celebrities got famous by accident 
When I listen to a Young Thug song my Brain declines
It refuses to listen to the nonsense
I'm sick of today's challenges and who can be the wackest contests
I miss when music had meaning and was complex
Nas, Tupac, Big Pun, Jay-Z, different flows and rhyme schemes
Now on YouTube being an idiot is how you find dreams
Am I supposed to be impressed by 10 Diamond chains? 
I'm not impressed by who's flying first class, I respect who designed the plane
These days it seems that every mind's the same
Your favourite singer doesn't even write their own songs
Beyonce, Rihanna, and more, but you just go along 
You don't care about the words, if there's a catchy hook and beat
I'd rather inspire those who look to me
Even if it's just one person I inspire 
The same way Eminem got me through my hard times
At least my art's mine
And I write about what I desire 
I flip the script and write my own
I may not be a king yet, but I'll fight for the throne
They'll say I'm being disrespectful, which is fine
I'm only saying that I'm tired of celebrities and predictable rhymes

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