Simels - The Opening Lyrics

Yeah we gon' let this shit rock
Uh
Resurrection for myself and all the rhymes that come ahead
Never slacking on the track, yeah their boy Simels flow instead
Man I do it for the passion, gotta master every lyric
When the critics wanna hear it, they start running cause they fear it
I was born to make the music, and produce these bumping beats
Now we turning up to Travis, then we vibe with Swae Lee
In the back seat of the car, drug deals like Escobar
I'm not really into drinking, but I spit it bar for bar
Everybody want the fame, but they don't know what they be givin'
Crazy how we breathing and we all together livin'
Continue on my road, there's no room for overthinkin'
Cause these rappers paint the pictures, make me out to be the villain
Yeah they call me William cause they know I'm making bills
Living life to the fullest and I'm in it for the thrills
Never knew I was contagious but my rhymes have been so ill
Better call me Young Gerald, cause they know I stay Still like
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Always feelin' lonely, breaking deals like I was Sony
And I gleam and Stark it up, can the label pass me the Tony?
Spitting facts on tracks these rappers know I'm no phony
Everybody say my shit is cheesy where's the macaroni, uh
What is life, am I doing it right?
I'm begging and I'm praying that I'll fly high like a kite
Finna make it to the summit, hoping that I'll never plummet
If you shootin' then I gun it, just like C-Sick cause I Run It
Better make it when alive because you only have one chance
Quit staring at your phone, get right up and take your stance
What's the issue, never diss you, and the powers can't be misused
Finna live another day to tell the story bout my virtue
We all live, we all die, we all laugh, we all cry
Men, women, children even heroes within our eyes
We all have some lame days
We all have the pain days
Crazy how we different, but we all feeling the same ways
Life is like a tragedy, just one after another
But you gotta see it happily, and listen to me brother
Cause I'm only 18, but like a star, you'll see me gleam
Finna sign to BB records, and hold tight on to my dream
I'm a rapper and believe that I'm the greatest that's alive
Maintaining my mentality, cause that's what drives my mind
What's rhyme without me, when I'm gone there's nothing left
If these rappers are asthmatic, better take your last breathe, like
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Type of shit that make you down to ride
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