Jot it down but is it real what you wrote
Conjure up some fantasy that you ain't even know (F*ck)
Play my part to the tee to the hope
Til' the dream hit the smoke
Til' the knees hit the floor (Sus)
These hard times steady robbin all my innocence
Been tryna make decisions that ain't even been my business yet
Smooth talks got me thinkin bout my mistresses
Them elevated conversations, we ain't even kissin yet
Is she vibin cuz she lovin all my inferences
Or constantly distracted by my flawless stroke of penmanship
I been gettin better, know to highten up my censorship
Been screaming all my life how nobody see my evidence?
It's meant for history
The name'll say who wrote it
How the victim of the instance ain't been labelled so heroic
Ain't that shit rhetoric?
Hold up, I need a breather homie
Ain't nobody jokin when they say this shit hit deeper, don't it
(It hit deeper, don't it)
Pass it back but you ain't ready, hit a little more
Stories in my cerebellum, jammin up the little drawer
Excuse me for the inhalation
Let me let it out slow
Smooth with the exhale
Smoke for the outro
But I'll continue speak my mind like it's necessary
Always feel behind, but the grind make it legendary
Poetic justice adversary
Speakin for the people like the one, the chosen emissary
Deep thoughts bring the realness to the forefront
Smack to the face, imma great hittin home runs
The snakes say the grass full of snakes like they ain't one
Focused on my roots, best remember where I came from
It ain't over til' I say done
Here my face in the flesh if you really wanna say some
The snakes say the grass full of snakes like they ain't one
Focused on my roots best remember where I came from
Excuse me for the inhalation
Let me let it out slow
Smooth with the exhale
Smoke for the outro