Lyrics Furthermore - The Legend Adam Bomb

Fuck who you thought it might be
Knew the day I did it I would do it on the nightly
Flow's finally getting credit, Shows highly recommended
But anything you want, I know somebody who can get it
You won't find me where I'm headed, see him while you can
I'll be exiting the bank before they realize the plan
Cuz the family deserves this, a man feeling worthless
Sure as shit is gonna quit if he can't see his purpose
But earth is in my clutches now, nothing's out of reach
Liquor Stores complaining I ain't come around in weeks
Yet the buzz somehow increase. A hundred-thousand sheets
In a flood of blood, sweat & tears running down my cheeks
May my troubles drown in peace. I'm riding on a wave of luck
Wiser if I gave it up and might have if I gave a fuck
Last quarter, lost a couple dimes but I made a buck
She ain't really mines if you pay enough. Furthermore
Pussy on pause cuz the hustle's on rewind
Breakfast in the shower, I don't got a lot of free time
Dinner all alone while I'm sitting on the throne
Cuz there's two kings in this town and one is on a street sign
So let the weak shine, and let the foolish talk
I assume everything's a lie until they prove it's not
If you was taught what I know, you'd a gotten my role
Usually whoever holds the truth brought the blindfold
So salute your rival or shut your stupid pie-hole
I don't live longer by reducing your survival
I'm Confucius on a vinyl, Hendrix in the basement
Che in Bolivia except with medication
Respect the reputation, if records sold for rhyming nice
I'd a went Diamond twice and spent it on private flights
I was 17 with side bitches getting high as kites
Imagine where I'd be if I had listen to the right advice
The victim of a prior life, clique was in all kind of fights
Guns, knives, sometimes I miss them old violent nights
Now the scene's Vines & Memes, post some shit, buy some likes
Guy's like me don't fit in with them cyber-types. Furthermore
Maybe if you paid some dues, motherfuckers
You wouldn't have to pay for your views, motherfuckers
Confused motherfuckers
A million fake plays and it's you on stage in front of 2 motherfuckers
Congratulations, you're huge, motherfuckers
Enjoy being famous in your rooms, motherfuckers
You could shoot the Pope off a Macy's Day Float
And your face wouldn't make it to the news, motherfuckers
Delusional suckers, desperate for attention
The more I feel they need it, the less they're getting mentioned
Your whole rap persona is an excellent invention
But a myth's never better than a legend. Furthermore
Yeah, we're both out here trying to make ends
But I'm trying to make art and you're trying to make trends
And I could care less if what I'm trying to make blends
Cuz the rest ain't even trying to make sense. Furthermore
I ain't about trying to make friends, Furthermore
I'd rather sip rye and take M's. Furthermore
You struggle every month and keep coming up with junk
And I barely even try and make gems. Furthermore
Inspiration for this game is getting hard
So I appreciate all the hatred for the squad
It's amazing you're a fraud and they're praising your facade
But the dates been arranged for the Changing of the Guard
And you're aiming for the stars but the skies is the limit
That verse might've worked if your rhymes wasn't in it
So don't act surprised when I get mine's in a minute
Cuz I gave you guys enough time to rise and you didn't
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