Текст песни Endgame - Mike

How does one illuminate a dark and muddy sky?
There′s only one thing left to do
You gotta ram at the darkness with your rhyme
They be checkin' for the
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Alright
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Yeah
They be checkin′ for the drip, we the template
Was in the ends of made chips on the m-way
I was kickin' for a bit, but the rent paid
Had my mental on abyss, not the endgame
Was a rebel to the kids on the sunset
I couldn't settle, couldn′t sit, since fame
Started messin′ with the spliffs, intense pain
Used to bezel it with grins when the friends came
Want the bezel with glyph in my neck chain
No one special let me script for my left brain
Don't resemble they be ehhhhh with less range
I started gettin′ into whips to be less strange
I be stressin' over shit but it reflect age
How you fetish over grimace and expect grace?
Stay invested in the mission, ′fore I rest pray
For the wit and ammunition for the next day
To be a witness of the riches and neglect made
Respect change
I gotta praise my intuition, 'cause it′s debts paid in this death race
I gotta cling 'cause niggas listen when they press play
I gotta state that niggas isn't what the press say
My obligation to the rhythm ′til my chest break
I dropped the weight and now the writtens in the best shape
I been holdin′ it down for years, you know what I'm sayin′?
I been holdin' it down for years
I haven′t been in NYC, you know,
The entire time that I've been holdin′ it down
You know what I'm sayin'?
And when I call it NYC, live in NYC
It′s based on maintainin′
Not droppin' nothing along the way, you know what I′m sayin'?