That's Me

The opps trying to block my hustle
They can never stop my grind
Got a ziploc full of weed truffles
Realized struggling is just a state of mind
Take another trip into outer space
Feel like I'm in my spaceship with these bars
Everytime I'm in the studio so high I go to Mars
When I spit that raw shit you can place me with the stars
Yeah

Got them jays rolled smoking like a marley
Type of shit that'll cause a family feud, Steve Harvey
Bout to do a crowd surf like the legend Jeff Hardy
Like a legend motherfucker here's another one sorry
Ugh
Flexing, Cixteen on the beat
808 pads with the keys
I've been working hard so they will have to pay the fee
To see the future of this game cause this life aint cheap
Oh yeah that's me
The Golden Ticket rose from the bottom
Fuck a label they're just trying to steal your shine
Better take the right angles cause things get stranger
It's dangerous either way I'm gonna get mine
I don't need to get signed to see the hidden lines
I'll be fine between beating my feet
Defeat em put em six feet deep
I'm gonna reach the peaks until I'm forever embedded in your mind
Smoking on the strong eyes low dreams lucid
Taking lucrative steps to make it with this music
With the pen and pad can't be reached
The only competition is myself this shit's deep
Believe it or not like Ripley
Aspirations like Pimp C
Smoking trees making it through these rhyme sceams
The roots of my dreams are laced like dope fiends
So i rock these gold chains and see what hope brings

The opps trying to block my hustle
They can never stop my grind
Got a ziploc full of weed truffles
Realized struggling is just a state of mind
Take another trip into outer space
Feel like I'm in my spaceship with these bars
Everytime I'm in the studio so high I go to Mars
When I spit that raw shit you can place me with the stars
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): John Rose
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