[ Featuring Concept ]
The weight of my reality has start to become bearable
And though we might share a blunt we are not comparable
I been on another level since my style been wearable
And though they try to sound like I they just sound terrible
I glide i float on beats i stay on grass more than cleats
Who really kill it more than me every song is so complete
If i died they'd martyr me but i aint dead there's more to see
You've seen a lot there's more to me i don't just record i preach
Them dollars be so hard to reach i make em off the gars i chief
My hustle got me all the cheese im seeing growth i garden these
I plant my seeds and see returns you come with beef and leave in urns
I put that on the leaves i burn i push the weed its gs i earn
Push the weed its gs i earn they whereabouts aint my concern
I got a lot i got to learn i paved a lane i got to merge
AP got the stocks insured and i just get the pack out
Waiting on the day that i can cash out
As the blunt burns im returned to the memories
Can't tell it to my homies so i write it in soliloquies
Never copied no one i got my own delivery
Give me any beat see me stomping like a millipede
That's a thousand feet cause the hardest to retreat
When its dark i fall to knees know hear the heart ache when i speak
Worked my hardest just to eat went from sleeping on the street
To three toilets just to pee might win a MVP
Cause im balling every week if success is what you seek
Then you should follow me cause that's what imma reach
I just hustle i don't sleep i don't even touch my sheets
Unless im busting down a freak and this loving aint for free
