I'm just coolin
I got the flow and I swear I won't lose it
I'll need ride in a hearse
And six feet of dirt
To separate me from my purpose
I guess that I'm chosen
I'm making my laps again
Paid for my words I guess that I'm affluent
Losing my edge so I cut up in the trap again
I'm just coolin
I got the hope i hope im not losin it.
Head in the vice grip
Tell me why I'm screwin it.
Beats in the vice grip,they love how I'm doin this
Wish I could say the feeling was mutual
I need a boost I'm not talking three stripes
I need 3 stacks i don't mean the rap guy
Rapping for that pennies that sounds like my life
I guess that's life when nobody checks your rhymes
I guess shouldn't mind
It's been a bit I'm just doing my time
I hope I'm just doing my time
I swear there's nothing wrong I put pain in songs
I move on before long
I talk to myself he says ain't Nothing wrong
Some days I feel like I should talk to God
But that's another thought
Anyway
I'm just coolin
Something of A goat when it Comes to this music
Rappers think they sick they spit is that mucus
Man what if I can't do this
And what if I'm useless
What if the path I chose to walk is just foolish
And what if it's selfish
What if the path I chose is just Someone else's
If my mind was a vine it's Wrapped all over the trellis
I simply can't help this