20
Yea
Yea
Uh
It's three o'clock in the morning and shit
Twenty year old shit
Smoove sent the beat so you know its gon' go crazy every time
Yea
Meditation that's an obligation
Finding peace of mind while making beats inside the basement
I'm looking for a placement, uncomfortable in my dayshift
I sit aside my craft but still pray to God just to make it
Sometimes my anxiety slows me down
The fear of failure or goal to be perfect and seen as worth it is killing me
My niggas tell me slow down but imma amp up my killing spree
I pull out the fye reload that bitch, what's gotten into me
I used to rap bout peace in the streets
Cause I wanted more but now its like
Every verse that I write I'm declaring war
Maybe, cause I'm at war with myself
Fighting these lustful ways and dirty games I play on myself
I kick the chess board
I'm failing to make calculated moves with much
To prove contentment ruffles my ways
I fall in the groves
Im laking motivation as I navigate through school
I step in debt confused exactly how am I supposed to pay my dues
When I don't even know exactly who I am
Should I click the blam or hold the 9 to dome in front of fam
Pray they understand
I tried to be a man with thorough plans, fate is in my hands
I crinkled up my dollar bills
They turned theirs into bands so its no need to worry
Carry them on my back like curry not for 30, but 20's enough
Played as the backbone so you know I done been through several fractures
I watched my cousin BLEEP move that cane like a fucking kappa
Generational curses, toe to toe
With bible verses read by ada dean she swore to God she felt the devil lurking
She passed and left this earth for some years my heart was hurting
But now I'm feeling numb pain has left my body for certain nigga
Many people fled my scene
They left me down to die I guess no body heard my screams
I'm in a wes craven movie it seems
Hitting my stride away from death
Just to be caught in the next scene look
Run it back, run it back
Many people fled my scene
They left me down to die I guess no body heard my screams
I'm in a wes craven movie it seems
Hitting my stride away from death
Just to be caught in the next scene look
Twenty
Yea
