Limitless

I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Greateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down and confused I know
What I reap is what I will sow
Once again I find myself
Back with you from my hell

Para para pararara
Para para parara

Back with you from from from

When I was seventeen, trynna find a way
Trynna find a way to leave the places that showed us pain
Trynna find a way to release that bottled up distaste
Lost in my destructive habits I'm far from well behaved
See I remember back in the days with them homies after school
We would dream about swimming pools and hope we wasn't overdue
Listen to K Dot, Logic, Mac and J Cole
Schoolboy Q, A$AP Rocky, Joey Bad and Ab-Soul
Locked in my basement I remember it was bare cold
Tho I gotto admit i'ts been fun to watch all of y'all grow
It is time now the kids gotto hit the road
Take off the training wheels to conquer the fucking world
Gotto do it on my own gotto pass on the help
So in 5 years some other kid has a story to tell
About how I didn't bow down and that sound made him wanna rebel
Turn this loud now wear my crown proud in town cause I made it myself
(Yeah I made it myself)
I was fixated my mind elevated felt like
I knew a secret and had the keys to the gate man
I wouldn't let nobody see the insanity inside my own brain so let me illustrate
Instead of writing I'll just paint
Take the risk but I wouldn't have it any other way
Keep my physical frame well maintained cause everyday
We just stay focused on the gains
Fuck that drama no problems just my music and my fam
Start talking settlement and settle for something irrelevant
They say I often resent nah bro im indifferent
Resurrecting the game like a heaven sent reverend
Revving that engine man stay stay stay stay stay ahead of them
On some brian and torretto shit
Like we stopped time
But its all fine don't even trip
I'm cooking bars like Walter White
Y'all think I'm on some evil shit
Rap poltergeist I'm ultra nice
On every mic I make em quit
The rules don't apply we touch the sky
So you better run and you better split
Cause what's a leader without leadership?
Guaranteed to intrigue everytime I spit
Do it for the passion not the fashion shit
Do it for the rapping not the mumble hits
Cause ballin' on the gram don't cut the check
So im putting in work so I can cut the checks

I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Greateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down and confused I know
What I reap is what I will sow
Once again I find myself
Back with you from my hell



Credits
Writer(s): Bart Paszkiewicz
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