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Neo 21
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Big BFD Energy
What you saying my G
Still moving Neoterically
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So it turns out, I don't wanna align
You pushed this, forced that
I'm not bout that vibe
It's okay, its survival
Well I'm outchea tryna thrive
Pedal to the metal, stop giving me advice
Blood dey my eye
It's gone too red, but I'm not that surprised
It's okay, its survival
Well I'm outchea tryna thrive
Pedal to the metal, stop giving me advice
One too many advice
Nuh fit walk in my shoes, bruh check out the size
Forget climate or price
The pengame no be chaise
I've been diligent for a minute, but I'm still sharpening device
What do you know about doing it scared
There is pressure in the air, your peers living in fear
But still keeping it sincere, every day of the year
Showing up, persevere
Levelling up, shifting gears
Lemme tell you of holding on to a dream
Either way the wind blow, steady guiding then swing
Optimistic, up to mischief, there's a plan in these schemes
Back to practice routines, showing workings toh neat
So it turns out, I don't wanna align
You pushed this, forced that
I'm not bout that vibe
It's okay, its survival
I'm outchea tryna thrive
Pedal to the metal, stop giving me advice
Blood dey my eye
It's gone too red, but I'm not that surprised
It's okay, its survival
Well I'm outchea tryna thrive
Pedal to the metal, stop giving me advice
Flow so sick, it's the sickest
I've grown past beef, now I'm standing on business
My business, I built this
Dancing with rhythm
Middle finger's up if you still got criticism
I built this!
And I'll run many more
I done too run, now it's time to soar
I don't need men, when I can run to God
Disembark, make we hear word
So it turns out, I don't wanna align
You pushed this, forced that
I'm not bout that vibe
It's okay, its survival
Well I'm outchea tryna thrive
Pedal to the metal, stop giving me advice
Blood dey my eye
It's gone too red, but I'm not that surprised
It's okay, its survival
Well I'm outchea tryna thrive
Pedal to the metal, stop giving me advice
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