Waiting (feat. Alex M Brinkley) Video (MV)

You'd think it don't mean shit, the way we clicked
All those walks back and forth, from your place to homie crib
Just to tutor the kid, late nights and no scooter for lift
Man f*ck the books it's you who made it fun to learn shit
Then we'd hang out for a while and you would stay for dinner
Hit the road on foot on cold December nights in winter
Headphones on, you hold your breathe and wait for the vibe to kick in
Feel the energy then let out memories, A rush that makes you believe
HipHop is truly what you need, a gift to build from empty dreams
Yeah, life's a bitch but least you got a best friend to go vent to
Play a beat and speak freely on how you feelin', shit will never judge you
Like that time we linked up at that marriage and I spat that verse dude
Had that look on your face I knew was a sign, from up above
You played that one song you made and we done bumped it all-day
You could tell the vibe was present, talks about hip-hop with passion
Taught me how to record myself and now I see this had to happen
Now I never been the type to drown myself in sorrow I know I got no control around
I just pen shit down then hit the booth and let emotions outs
I found I feel a lot better after conversations that I have with my crowd, through my craft, shits wild
All I ask from you is a Lil patience, lets jus' wait a while
Yes, the marathon continues, I keep marching with a smile
Skip no beat I hit each vowel, This no trick you teach, this gene is wild
Feel the rhythm let it sync in with the soul and we gon' be here a while
Therapy on paper, on a phone I type it out
When in doubt I let shit be, it seems like everyone is quick to point out flaws and lecture, preach
When they don't know the half of what you seen, closed-minded, boxed in by the design
Now they follow, man they sheep, they can't see
The bigger picture trapped in the middle of the scene
I mean, shit ain't easy, I feel you sometimes you feel uneasy
But you gotta' chase the dream or accept the fact that you are where you should be
I pour my heart and soul in this, to me this art is more than hits
You ain't sure but I'm convinced, I'm here to explore HipHop and spit
Put out the tunes and they like it, now how can I let go of it
All those nights on this I spent, Look back and smile cause it makes sense
Notice I don't stress on past tense, I jus' pick the pen and pad up
Find the right beat, hit the booth then vent the events from past out
Walkout feeling free, Watch out I be on a killing spree
Therapy on a beat, This ain't what you want I gotta' keep it G
I find peace in music but this ain't peaceful music
I say my piece and I dip, Ain't no cheese for no pic
I got the keys to this whip, I hit the road and that's it
Ain't no skrt, ain't no bitch, it's just me and the homies, we lit
I remember when the tunes was shit, they used to joke, make fun of it
And go on about the songs I made, Like, "why your shit be sounding lame"
Bitch I had I enough of it, I practiced, I put work in it
My flows on fleek, in sync with lyrics, bitch I bet you noticed this