[ Featuring FVNTVNV ]
Right, right
Right, right
Uh, uh
Look
May I have a little of yo time?
Promise these words not banal
My craft is my child
I protect it but sometimes I neglect it then get pulled back in
The effects of this lifestyle losing touch with too many of my friends, like
You was my mans since high school we don't speak these days but the love expands the same
Hope that you know it
Although I don't often show it
Miss my family on the same tip
Foggy my emotions, uh
Hate to see relationships set sail and slip between our fingers like brail one area I've failed as an antisocial man
But he can build a brand from a idea inside his head and rap good when instrumentals playing on some band shit
Pop up on your thread and TL with some of the illest sayings uh
I said it uh
I'ssa dogma
Baby you just won, when this song turned on
Yo mind is a system
Yo body is the tempo
The bars are formidable
The PoorPoet unassailable
Still struggle with the liquor though
A lick of doubt can be pervasive
Anxious in spaces the size of acute angles
Is he in it for besos or the pesos?
Does it matter if they never, see my light shine gold?
Stand by
I'll tell you If you wanna know
Hate life on the cellie
Hate life on the IG
Never did I like scrolling
I'ma GDI
Just give me a notepad so I can, write my rhymes
From where the city where North and the South kiss uh
This that cacalacy shit uh
Take yo shirt off
Wave it in the air like a helicopter
Don't need a teleprompter when the channel is my soul
I am in from the soil when I die I'll go back I suppose uh
What I been told uh, uh
But who know uh, uh
Right, right
May I have a little of your time?
Life escapades got me feeling advantageous
Not here to re-create the wheel just fix it from the, dangerous pot hole I hit
Life dips, have facing a cliff
Praying a gust of wind carry my words to the gods and angels above
Wide eyes reflecting ocean tides
Remind me it's a beautiful world
Until I, tap online come screen to eye with the bull shit
Seeing myself in too many news clips
Like damn
Can I stack my bread?
Can I own my land?
Without them wanting me locked up with cuffs on my hands
Like damn
Don't wanna get out of bed
Another day another dollar
Three-fourths go to the man
Like damn
Will I eat or pay rent?
What lick can I hit?
I'll tell you if you wanna know
Don't wanna live I'na cellie
Don't wanna live through IG
Never did like scrolling
I'ma GDI
Just give me a notepad so I can write my rhymes
Uh, So I can right my life uh
