Interlude Freestyle

In the back of my mind, Im still thinking its a hustle
Still flexing my muscle just to show you that the struggle is real
Forreal

As I think about the day, that I can once again be Free
Pulling on a loose tree
Blowing away all papers, like its looseleaf
On a table, somebody turn off the fan
And turn up your man
As he continues to vent thru these instros
No need for an intro
If u been fucking with me since day one
U already know where Im from
And u know what I do
If u anything like me, it aint hard to remain true
To your family, to yourself
If u real, u get recognized, u tend to stick out like soar thumb, to yourself
On an island by myself, been like the for years
So why do I even feel pressure to even fit in with my peers
When I feel like Im lightyears, ahead
Of any competition, always thinking about the future
Not where Im at right now
Thats why, when look at me in my eyes
It feels like Im staring in the clouds
But Im thinking out loud, as I speak to u right now
Didn't have the time to write it down, or jot it down
I just wanna let my thoughts spread out to u now
Like a spilled cup full of liquor
How can u figure that this nigga will be bigger
Than any nigga in the rap game
I aint even thinking like that, Im thinking on a whole other plain
As I roll up another paper plane

Cuz in the back of my mind, Im still thinking its a hustle
Still flexing my muscle just to show you that the struggle is real