89

Its gon' hurt after this
These rappers prolly gon' want a verse after this
Never trip just pay attention perfect vision and I love to listen
Thought he was one up man i know he didn't
I know 10x more than i speak on
These niggas actions don't be matching shit that they speak on
Forever keep it on me for whenever the heats drawn
Promise if I tell you how I feel I'll be sure, whoo
Mane, I gotta sice myself
Could say im proud of these rhymes that I write myself
I got a mind of my own you niggas be needing help
Thats in these streets and on these beats niggas don't be knowing who to be
Truthfully im true to me forever gon' root for me
Bet it all on myself prolly double up
Wont never second guess it, chalk it if we take a loss
At the end of the day I'll get my point across
Sometimes the answers lie within the question
So i cant be around no niggas that im second guessin'
I be solo anyway niggas say I changed on em
They hit me up im unresponsive like im in a coma
Asking why I never come around
At age 12 I was in the mix im coolin now
No more time to waste nigga I gotta do it now
Im older so I see my momma going thru it now, mane
Ah, Its time we change the whole paradigm
Slow grind i get better each and every rhyme
Swear this sound like something from back in 89
Think its clear that a youngin really before his time

Lately I been in my dreams like
Get a grip nigga it ain't what it seems like
On the corner eyeing greatness, so like traffic violations
When they try to stop me I don't wait for green lights
So many nights I fein like a brother who ain't seen brighter days
So he sceme like a slave tryna rewrite the ways
In a book of old pages he let sit on the shelf
Looking at these low wages tryna get out this hell
I aim for legendary status not greatness
But all I ever known was failure and these aggravations
My uncle always told me it was God testing patience
But I don't know the difference in a test and a sign saying stop it lately
Because my shit just ain't been popping lately
And most my homies turned hoes they been ovulating
I made a name made an obligation
So don't talk about the king of Halifax if it ain't me up in that conversation
I get in my bag the realer the rap the iller the track
My pride wont let me sit in the back, ha
Rappers talking but I'm still on they ass
Cuttin' corners foot still on the gas and I'm gone



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Writer(s): Tre Wortham
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