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Chapter 3
Akhenaton
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Coming fresh off the boat pockets full of hope
Masked up, anonymous about to pull a Ghost
Navigating inside rooms, that's full of G.O.A.T.s
If you talking from the side of grill
They gonna pull your coat
At a point, where pressure situations got comfortable
You get one life, that heartbeat is not refundable
Kiss my momma on forehead yo I got this
Watch this, put on a show regardless
Aura colossus, paparazz(i) photographers
My prerogative was nothing but to body this
Rock the house and then I'm out of there
We grabbed the bag and then we dipped out without a care
Skittles inside my pocket like Trayvon
Hit up the after hour spot my song came on
African Chain on, the African James Bond
Stand behind it with my life, what I put my name on
Broke thru the matrix in '86
You can see my destiny
Written on my face since my baby pics
I ain't afraid of it though
I let the game come to me, I ain't chasing no more
This is chapter 3
Right after the first two when I mastered me
In the land of the blind grab the cash like it's free
Any less is blasphemy
Chapter 3
Right after the first two when I mastered me
In the land of the blind will we ever be free?
I guess only in time we'll see
Older heads misleading the younger heads
The old getting older while the youngins is dead
Staring at them hungry looking dumb at the fence
The whole system is rigged 120 percent
Had to get smarter fast, a self-starter
Had to learn to barter instead of using cash
Instead of big bangles and chains studied the angles of the game
The star spangled built out of the blood of our veins
With culture drained out of our bones our DNA and chromosomes
Ten thousand miles away from home
Hard to survive being born, got us worshipping death
Feel like our self-worth took off on a jet
And said "I'm leaving, on a next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again"
Now we coming for our shit like the Jacobins
You ain't gone see us getting laid on our backs again
Coming for the gusto
Didn't know till I was drunk... now they out of luck though
Turn the page on them ... flip the game on them
Take it to the bank, stamp it with my name on it
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