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I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

For what it's worth I see the of life
I see below the surface and the that you know
And is not right, man, I oughta just laugh
The only darkness ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my
(What's that?)
That's the of my craft
I breathe easy and let my slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform not to uplift
If you wanna it all, you gotta persist
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that a waste
'Cuz I can read a thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
five, everything live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would
But I balance my talents with a and a drive
And ride dog, that's where my focus derive
And keep notepads and vocab, that's my
And if I got legit beef, I let it slide, what now

I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

My brain is impossible to thinkin'
Hustle in my blood, that's the only that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or stay
I ain't stoppin' I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, like a bird of prey
Cold soldier, snap your vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, ride in the cinnamon whip

Quite wide on the Benjamin
Might slide but we ain't slip, no way
If the meek inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if measure in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange your dental
And it pop off, we not soft
We like the Bentleys, y'all just the knockoffs

I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's like I had to the black of night
Come back to with master insight that shine bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to up gifts like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
It's sort of strange, my changed
I take chances, jump before the water's in
And never for safe answers so if all that remains
Is back at my life it never seems like I wasted glances

Man, it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't a thing
That I get money and fame, all the same
If you call me or if you know my real name
Predka ain't attached to ego
He's a for the average people, a blessing
Who transcends the essence of a poet with a flow
It's not lip service, I don't speak to hear myself
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've taught

I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die