Redemption
Yeah
Universal
This that old school vibe
Once upon a time
I missed the mark
I wrote some lines
My flow was whack
Rhythm off
I sucked composin' rhymes
A year went by
I focused my thoughts on
Jottin' life through the lens
Of someone who had fell
But wouldn't lose a fight
Regrouped and proved he had it
In em
The will to set his sights on
Somethin' bigger than himself
A vision he devised
Potential high
Esteem low
Not a hint of pride
But every verse that he writes
Is treasured they are prized
Cause everything he spits is real
He don't scribble lies
He illustrates experience
The music testifies
His account of what he's seen
The page reflects his eyes
A mirror of reality
For many hard to find
But Dylan ain't just anyone
He is certified
In greatness though the road he's on
Ain't painless
He's survived
And it reminds him that he swore to pay
Before he dies
So here it goes audience
Ima make it right
Yo
This is Five Year Plan
I know but I didn't do what I was capable of
The first time around so I'm redeeming myself
Huh
You think hip hop is a board game Davis Scott
A true Em fan would know he had once chance not to blow
Man shut up and hear me out
Where's your mixtape
Yeah
I'm the kid they talk about
When I ain't there to punch em out
I don't gotta fake a smile
Album two has been announced
Brock can I rap
Do I suck now
Here's a bar I put your name in
You should be in tears
Movin' on my songs
Won't have the room
You'll disappear
My catalog will be too large
And I will be revered
Like Eminem, Stoney Bob, Nathan,
And Big Sean
Ima be platinum
AKA gone
Bro you know it's all love
Please don't get the wrong idea
I miss playin' Black Ops
Josh remember in the summer
How we all shot hoops
Your ego was a weakness that
Almost cost you a game of horse
Of course I lost I sure hate you
As soon as we compete
Otherwise you're my dude
Guys I want to be up front
There's no need for waitin' up
For me to come
We discussed linkin' up
After six or seven months I've made
The choice not to run
There's too much I haven't done
That I must in South Florida
This is just where I fit
I hope it doesn't rip us up
Don't forget I'm still your friend
I'll always be blood
Universal
This that old school vibe
Once upon a time
I missed the mark
I wrote some lines
My flow was whack
Rhythm off
I sucked composin' rhymes
A year went by
I focused my thoughts on
Jottin' life through the lens
Of someone who had fell
But wouldn't lose a fight
Regrouped and proved he had it
In em
The will to set his sights on
Somethin' bigger than himself
A vision he devised
Potential high
Esteem low
Not a hint of pride
But every verse that he writes
Is treasured they are prized
Cause everything he spits is real
He don't scribble lies
He illustrates experience
The music testifies
His account of what he's seen
The page reflects his eyes
A mirror of reality
For many hard to find
But Dylan ain't just anyone
He is certified
In greatness though the road he's on
Ain't painless
He's survived
And it reminds him that he swore to pay
Before he dies
So here it goes audience
Ima make it right
Yo
This is Five Year Plan
I know but I didn't do what I was capable of
The first time around so I'm redeeming myself
Huh
You think hip hop is a board game Davis Scott
A true Em fan would know he had once chance not to blow
Man shut up and hear me out
Where's your mixtape
Yeah
I'm the kid they talk about
When I ain't there to punch em out
I don't gotta fake a smile
Album two has been announced
Brock can I rap
Do I suck now
Here's a bar I put your name in
You should be in tears
Movin' on my songs
Won't have the room
You'll disappear
My catalog will be too large
And I will be revered
Like Eminem, Stoney Bob, Nathan,
And Big Sean
Ima be platinum
AKA gone
Bro you know it's all love
Please don't get the wrong idea
I miss playin' Black Ops
Josh remember in the summer
How we all shot hoops
Your ego was a weakness that
Almost cost you a game of horse
Of course I lost I sure hate you
As soon as we compete
Otherwise you're my dude
Guys I want to be up front
There's no need for waitin' up
For me to come
We discussed linkin' up
After six or seven months I've made
The choice not to run
There's too much I haven't done
That I must in South Florida
This is just where I fit
I hope it doesn't rip us up
Don't forget I'm still your friend
I'll always be blood
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Writer(s): Dylan Macklin
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