Everything Aside

I just sit back and listen to me
That's nice
That's like my favorite rapper spitting to me
Told my niggas I's gone make it
They listened to me
Told my G-ma and GOD
It's TYG

Lotta energy
I don't know what to do wit it
Where my girl double cross
Double crucifix
Leave that girl alone
That's not up to you to fix
Irresponsi-bully
I would still choose to hit
Pace around
You a think a nigga losing it
Cuz I am most the time
Gotta write in a trance
You can give me nothing imma make a light wit my hands
If you honest and they still give you spite
Fuck em

I just might rap this whole time
Who'd a thunk it
But you cannot fake the funk
And you cannot fake in front of it
Hustle like a punishment
Do it like you'll lose the shit
Gotta make a forward movement
Or be food to it
Pain is in my voice from true events
I just wish was fibs
Forced to make illusions
When they put Tae through the shit
Taking time to recuperate
Wasn't useless
But the God got things to do
Things to do and shit
T told me spit like I'm making Illmatic too
Now that nigga radical
I'd do what he ask me to
The Young God, no confusing who you chatting to
Passion plus the mastery, I don't use gas for fuel

Well I skated round the world
My world
I put everything aside
Yea, yea
As I made it round the world
My world
Everything I saw I write
(Everything I saw I write)

Whole time I was tryna slow it down for cosigns
No offense
But I spit dense
And my gang
Ragtag misfits
That's it
Niggas after bag like the Grinch
I been on niggas ass like some pants
Pause only long enough to think I'm magnificent
I prefer her natural scent
Some reason that feel like a magnet to him
But still

She worried bout aptitude
I'm worried bout attitude
We at different altitudes
Clearly
I don't know what imma be
Y'all gone have to wait and see
I'm just tryna get free like I'm Willy
My family believe in it
My dreams seem vivid
I just hope that when you hear it
You can feel me
Your demons get bold
This world can get old
This world can get cold
You're just chilling