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"No Option"

Hook(x2):
I am not afraid, fears are forgotten
Gotta get this paper, baby, rap's my only option, girl
Once I get paid, fix all our problems
Grind like I never did, there's no other option, yeah

Verse 1:
Line up my haters to shit on
It's Fineprint, I'm just tryna get on
Fuck all them bitches y'all hit on
I got me the baddest, my chick's cold
She's badder than average, my chick's gold
Gonna get a diamond once I get on
Gonna keep her shinin' wit' a sick glow
'Cause the guy you hear rhymin' got a sick flow
Yo, so clap for a nigga wit' his rappin' ass
Or you can toast for a nigga, even boast for a nigga
No matter what you do, just make sure it's done wit' love
An' send prayers to The Man above
It's been 12 years, lotta tears an' grief
12 years, ears to beats
Puttin' Pentel to Mead, that's pencil to sheet
Only used pens to strike-out an' delete
Got too much talent for a mediocre life; too much skill, never mediocre write
Niggaz think Fine all mediocre; 'til he come an' they meet the ogre, right?
15 minutes of fame, I need to soak up the light, tell my momma Benjamin will soak up her tears
Soak up the pain an' stress; keep ya' lips sealed on what you can't address

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Verse 2:
King-sized, but I ain't for sleepin'
Sleep on me? Inconvenient greetin'
A wake-up call, to wake up y'all
It's my time to shine, you better wake up, dawg (Better wake up)
No more setbacks, can't take a loss
So any opposition out, gotta take 'em off
I take off/Takeoff, no Offset or Quavo
Flyin' high, off set, not AWOL
See my girl told me she tired (I feel you, baby!), livin' paycheck to paycheck
An' I overstand that, so understand that, I'll do anything for these rubberband stacks
Prayin' for a deal, where that hunnid grand at? Or that hunnid mil' at? Can you dummies feel that?
I been livin' in squalor, need a fistful of dollars, not a dismal tomorrow
Fuck punchlines, I speak the real; time's of the essence, need to build
Stack it all up, shit's bleak fa'real; roll up on 'em like lunch time, eat they meal
I'm down on my luck an' I need to chill, uhn, get that weight off my shoulders
On my last buck, if I receive this deal? Muhfucka, game over

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Fineprint NFE Memphis, Tennessee

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White (Known as Fineprint NFE) yearned to be an entertainer. Whether through acting, poetry or music, he knew he wanted to shine. He started out with aspirations of being a comic book artist and poet, but the poetry part soon turned into rapping. At the present time, he's perfecting his craft as an artist. Stay tuned. ... more

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