Quadeca Glory (feat. Natasha)
[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Quadeca]
I'm gonna make it, no, I'm stoppin' at nothing
People are tryna say I can't, but they oughta be bluffin'
Sorry I'm blushin' when you tell me that I'm not to be something
You better get your head up, and start to watch when I'm comin'
Runnin' and plungin' up in the front of this new form of media
Leavin' the previous life, believin' the Wikipedia
People are feedin' ya' more bull, they seem to be greeder (Yeah)
They seem to be needier, and only you get beat when they teasin' ya'
Feelin' much easier.. to fall into the trap
The system- all is a fraud, but you crawl into its lap
Not at all is it that, miseducation blamin' it's mistakes and faults on the rap
Get off of my ass, I'm not callin' you back
Bitch, like, what the f..ck are you doing? You're throwing away all of my trust in the union
I'm up in my groove, and you stuck in a loop, and I'm runnin' with stuff that you'd love to be usin'
Enough is enough, but this stuff isn't true, and I'm bustin' 'em up and I'm stuck in my movement
You f..ckin' it up and it comes in the blue, it's crushin' and crushin', you tough for pursuing
And- people say Eminem's better than Ben again, then again, I'm like 14
I'm a lucky man, but they don't understand, I got the upper-hand, even in your dreams
These lyrics are foreseen, you try to insult them? You're mean
This is craziest shit you will ever see on your screen
And I keep on setting more goals to keep on heading towards
I try to rap with some fast verses and big words with some metaphors
This is a work in progress, a lot of shit to get better for
But I'm takin' steps, I keep makin' chances, not lookin' back anymore
[Chorus 1: Walia & Quadeca]
And I know everything that you believe in
And I know of these things that you are seein'
But you'll never ever realize that I am gonna be signed
And everyone is waiting for the glory (Uh), glory (Yo'), glory
[Verse 2: Quadeca]
Motivation is a rare occasion, I'm patiently waiting for
Time that we spendin' is wasted and traded for makin' more
I hate the door, I hate it, remindin' me of the exit sign
It's safer just to quit, not to be risky, and never try
You have your path, I'd like to think I'm setting mine
But I rarely stretch the line, I never really ever get to spend the time
A lesson learned, a less-than rhyme, but I can't express the mind
On hatin' uneducated basic comments are said online, uh
But, f..ck 'em, does that even matter? It don't even matter
I don't see them face-to-face and I don't meet 'em after
All I do is see disaster, all I do is see an empty face and I can't breathe with laughter
All I wanna do is leave the chatter
All you do is say, "It's shitty", 'kay, you just need to batter
You don't let it sit, you don't let it bake, you don't see the pattern
All I wanna do is spit some game, I can't be a rapper
I will see down below, tell me if you need the ladder
Yeah
[Chorus 2: Walia & Quadeca]
And I know everything that you believe in
And I know of these things that you are seein'
But you'll never ever realize that I am gonna be signed
And everyone is waiting for the glory, glory, glory