Transition

While I was pastin' schemes, and chasin' dreams
They were hatin' teens and facin' screens
Fucked around and blast a nine, while I became a mastermind
Tryin to rap divine, there's cash to find
And these cats are blind, don't hate on tracks of mine
'Cause that attacks the grind, while these slacks are signed
Rhymin' til my stats incline, you're ten fads behind
This class of mine, demands bragging
So the cash in my pockets, got my fuckin' pants saggin'
They all on the band wagon, spittin' fire I'm a damn dragon
Don't ask why I am rappin', or get a grand clappin'
Ain't even eight teen and I'm spittin' like I'm mainstream
I sit and daydream, thinkin' how to make cream
If they're coming after me, I'll go get 'em
Prepare for the momentum, I flow venom
Even if I don't pen em, this in my genes dawg, no denim

I plan to be great, even when I'm makin' a mistake
I've never taken a break, walkin' down the pavement and think of bars to awaken a mate
Shit, even Satan has fate
Although on occasion I blank. I'm too amazin' to hate
Fortune favours the bold, is what the haters were told
All the papers I rolled, had different flavours of 'dro
Spec is the greatest to flow, I'll take the payments to go
In my brain there's a dialect, that's where the fires kept
Remember when I tried to step, the sight of death
Now I light the cess, fuck dealin' with strife and stress
Wanna wife to bless, and fuckin mic to express
The knife in my chest, while you living life the best
My pen ignites the flesh, if it ever occurred to you
I ain't afraid of hurtin' you, or leavin' my hands dirty too
Puttin' 6 feet deep, now that's the wordy truth
When I spit two sixteens I sound like a .32



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Martin
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