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The Official Music Video for "Potential" by CMIC. Lyrics Below. Follow CMIC on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/realcmic/?h... Follow CMIC on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2T6q4... Listen on Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/cm... Video By Austin Bradford: Official Website: https://astnbradfordphoto.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/astnbradfor... Chorus Enemies enemies Fighting on my own I need help send it please Evil deeds, aimed at me They tell me pray for you but I ain’t on my knees Ever since I was a kid I used to dream of this I make a difference you just make a meme of this Microphone or a pistol They said I always had potential Verse First line gotta stand out, like Pluto planet out Step dad I’m the man now, got that white power like the clan now I found my sound like Sony, New cell but I ain’t no phony The difference between you and me is stark I call you tony I’m buzzin, buzzin Go and tell yo cousin Poetry in motion im the topic of discussion Buzzin, buzzin One three minus a dozen If you ain’t number one you number zero why you bluffin (I got) Chorus These rappers ain’t got no fans, I own the floor you got no land Studio down in the basement it’s time I cause beef And go ham When I see the competition, treat they house with demolition Playoff mind no exhibition, don’t want smoke like no emission You can’t find yourself like where’s Waldo, No reception here but found my call though On a mission since thirteen Apollo They ain’t never want smoke like a Marlboro Oh is that so, you ain’t like the track bro I guess I’ll change who I am so you’ll think it slaps yo You a roach creeping around, critics loud won’t keep it down I blow their minds when i ain’t talkin COD but say I’ll nuke your town Everybody tell me who be Everybody full of lunacy Gonna fly so high gonna reach the end gonna feel like Truman see Got the team no jersey on my back Outrun my demons on every track You must live under breweries the way these bars over ya head Used to record on an iPhone Got laughed at so pardon my tone Called for help but got a dial tone Don’t like paper my name like stone They had no mercy for me Left my pride up at the door My grandpa told me life is free That’s why you cant purchase more Back off You ain’t got no stock Quit the talk You need that lip lock Missed a spot It’s time I clean the block You in shock They’ll outline you with chalk You ain’t stealing cushions but you better take a seat I’m cooking something special these rappers can’t take the heat You think I’m real, you think I’m fake You like my style, don’t like my taste I never cared, what critics thank They shoot at me, you shooting blanks (And I got) Chorus