Limit - As Expected lyrics

sh** happens as expected, so I accept it Face to face, with the world being tested Trials and tribulations, try to stay at ease Then it's back to the craft with some expertise Try to master these raps, not for the cheese But this art's in my heart, in my arteries My heart stops when the beat stops, flatline This is my f**in' life, you think this sh**'s my past time? f** that, I hold it down, like some duct tape, f** face On my way up like I jumped for a pump fake My soul's deep like the ba**line Trying to take my fame, but it's gametime So that means my game face's on, and the flame stays on Hard knock life, if you play, stay strong Cause the world's full of yes-men, constantly testin' Your credibility with every single question Confession: being broke is gettin' hella old But I couldn't find it in me to go on and sell my soul Sk**s to pay the bills, I'm trying to make that true Submerged in these verbs, deep drownin' in the booth But I plan to live with these adjectives and clauses Damn it kid, I stay managin' my losses Head held high, when I'm dead, tell my Story to my kids as I look from the sky But until then, follow my journey to the top Solid foundation, not budgin' (budgin') I'm tellin' you homie, we won't stop So we keep on trudgin', shovin' Lovin' every moment that I'm livin' Given sk**s, not wastin' Steady grindin', keeping moving, and I'm waiting for the placement Exactly, perfect emergence From there we go to work and we're operatin' like surgeons Can't stop now cause I'm back on now Gotta keep fighting hard, pound for pound With the pen, the mic, and my life in my hands This is all that I am, doing all that I can Once the beat drops, and has a clash with me I get a k**er instinct with an Assa**in's Creed Trashin' these wack haters, all trying to get to me Spittin' toxic through the filtering, it's nicotine I hot box once I get in the booth And I got 'em sayin, "Yo, that kid is the truth!" Once my sh** comes on, you can't stay in one place Cause once the deck plays, I need a neck brace (hah) Pa** the soju and cognac Get poured up, I showed up in a low hat Stay on, Novak in a throwback I'm a cold cat, showing y'all that I don't lack These rhymes, so I'm pullin' it through And I'm all up in the shade, cause I'm cooler than you With the heart of a lion, but I'm lyin' where the truth be Believe me, you see me on your News Feed Oowee, I'm the new school Bruce Lee Kung-Fu translates to rhyme schemes through me So I set a line, creating a better vibe So if you ain't about the plus signs, nevermind They talk loud, but we ain't even flinchin' My chick's a dime, I ain't f**in' with these penny b**hes I'm the illest, it ain't a figure of speech Cause you know that can't nobody do it bigger than me And I'm certain that I'm workin' like a merchant with a purpose And the mind of a sage, and the cunning of a serpant (hold up) Patience is a virtue Now let's bring it back home like a curfew