Gravitation.
Yeah
I see you talkin' but I just can't hear you
Know you see me walkin'
Wonder should I fear you
Used to see you often now I'm nowhere near you
Know my faith been droppin'
Even though it don't appear to
Try to put it in the rearview
Lookin' straight with no clear view
Too much weight actin' cheerful
Too much hate, load the pistol
Even though I demonstrate
Still tryna get my demons straight
The struggle make you strong
Or say they say
Just know I pray
Let me mind meditate
Let my body levitate
Let my soul gravitate
Lost in time
I forgot to annotate my inner being
Higher state
And so I contemplate
Conclusions
Found myself debatin' with illusions
Like, how I'm supposed to teach the way
When I'm still a student
I been grindin' everyday, still don't feel no movement
Watch me grind everyday till I feel that movement
Somewhere lost between the fabrics of time
Somewhere lost between the lines
Somewhere
Lost
Between
What's wrong and what's right
Between the love and the likes
Between the call and the types
Between the pound and the pints
Between the loud and the mic
Stay shrouded, I might
I'm tryna see through the night
Now I'm losin' my sight
Now I'm losin' my sight
Vision clouded I fight
I still fight
Still I'm runnin' these flows
Nigga, I'm the one they chose
I don't even need the gold
I don't even need these hoes
I don't even need the stove
Keep it hot, no oven
Won't stop for nothin'
Believe me time ain't nothin
I coincide
She likin' the way shine
I'm bettin' I leave'em blind
I'm one of a fuckin' kind
I'm reading between the lines
You hearin' just what I find
I'm killin'em every time
They feelin' the way I rhyme
I do this for my soul
They do it for the dime
Lot of new shit getting old
Hear that same shit every time
Money and bitches
Okay, that's coo that you came from them trenches
But you still carry that sickness when you out chasin' riches
I want my seat at the table
I got my dick in they business
Yeah bitch, I'm young and I'm able
Run that shit like its fitness
Tryna stick to my vision
Speakin' shit to existence
Run that shit till' its finished
Ima carry the mission
Let's go
I see you talkin' but I just can't hear you
Know you see me walkin'
Wonder should I fear you
Used to see you often now I'm nowhere near you
Know my faith been droppin'
Even though it don't appear to
Try to put it in the rearview
Lookin' straight with no clear view
Too much weight actin' cheerful
Too much hate, load the pistol
Even though I demonstrate
Still tryna get my demons straight
The struggle make you strong
Or say they say
Just know I pray
Let me mind meditate
Let my body levitate
Let my soul gravitate
Lost in time
I forgot to annotate my inner being
Higher state
And so I contemplate
Conclusions
Found myself debatin' with illusions
Like, how I'm supposed to teach the way
When I'm still a student
I been grindin' everyday, still don't feel no movement
Watch me grind everyday till I feel that movement
Somewhere lost between the fabrics of time
Somewhere lost between the lines
Somewhere
Lost
Between
What's wrong and what's right
Between the love and the likes
Between the call and the types
Between the pound and the pints
Between the loud and the mic
Stay shrouded, I might
I'm tryna see through the night
Now I'm losin' my sight
Now I'm losin' my sight
Vision clouded I fight
I still fight
Still I'm runnin' these flows
Nigga, I'm the one they chose
I don't even need the gold
I don't even need these hoes
I don't even need the stove
Keep it hot, no oven
Won't stop for nothin'
Believe me time ain't nothin
I coincide
She likin' the way shine
I'm bettin' I leave'em blind
I'm one of a fuckin' kind
I'm reading between the lines
You hearin' just what I find
I'm killin'em every time
They feelin' the way I rhyme
I do this for my soul
They do it for the dime
Lot of new shit getting old
Hear that same shit every time
Money and bitches
Okay, that's coo that you came from them trenches
But you still carry that sickness when you out chasin' riches
I want my seat at the table
I got my dick in they business
Yeah bitch, I'm young and I'm able
Run that shit like its fitness
Tryna stick to my vision
Speakin' shit to existence
Run that shit till' its finished
Ima carry the mission
Let's go
Credits
Writer(s): King Reh
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