Taking A Break Video (MV)

Alright
Yeah
What's up, Pablo
Alright
What's up, Rio
What's up with that Detroit shit, man
What's up, Pablo
Yeah
I ain't gonna lie, I had to take a break from writing
You ain't heard from me in a whole year
Niggas still biting
It's been cold in the hood
Still losing niggas to violence
I got a clean record
Still nervous when they behind us
Trump out of the office
I ain't even vote for Biden
Choose a better worse
That's all I'm saying, nigga
I've been mobbing
Got disconnected with myself
I almost stopped trying
Couldn't give up, cause more than my life is on the line
I gotta speak up
They use our youth talent
So them niggas can get they cheese up
Niggas selling dreams to us
Niggas don't believe in us
Feeling like Roddy
I damn near need to keep a heater tucked
Gotta make it happen
When I step to the mound
You used to be the chosen one
Stepped in the water and drowned
COVID hit, but the streets rich for a while
2020 taught me a lot of f*ck shit allowed
At the studio, I ain't rapping
I'm coming to buy some loud
Spent my stimulus check trying to get my ass off the ground
Everything you had planned ain't gonna happen
How it sound
Look to my left and my right to see who up in my crowd
It all sound good until you really gotta do it
If I'm talking about you, then nigga, wear it the shoe fit
Every chance I got I made it
F*ck it if I blew it
My success can't be dependent off nothing that you did
F*ck it
Tryna keep it lit, man
I'm tryna score a bucket
Paying for my rap shit, but niggas on a budget
The team be up for a month, then niggas plummet
We can make it off a rap
I feel it in my stomach
Had a gut feeling last night
I think some shit coming
Talked to my brother about it
He ain't tryna rush shit
Niggas hear I rap, and they wanna start discussion
Niggas call me SD, and I ain't got no buzz yet
Hold on, nigga
I gotta breathe
I ain't tryna rush it either
I know it's all timing
I can go AWOL sometimes
I need guidance
Rayvon looking at me
All I'm tryna do is guide him
Freestyle in the house, tears in my eyes
I wipe em
Close my eyes and think my words pure like my momma
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, nigga
I am Allah
Broke the power steering on my momma new impala
I'm tired of fighting demons, nigga
I got other problems
Sick to my stomach
Should've took advantage of them riots
Hot summers and cold winters
They don't know about the climate
All I'm worried about is how I can get a couple dollars
All I'm worried about is how I can keep me a comma
I keep thinking we ain't got nothing in common
I had a dream that I could make it from the bottom, bitch
I had a dream that I could solve all our problems
Nigga, no motherf*cking course, nigga
I just had to
This is just some shit on my heart
I just had to, you know
Hey, it is what it is, nigga
Get the f*ck out of here, man
You don't get too much from me
I'm SD, nigga
Keep on listening
I got some more coming
We ain't done yet
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