Cloth Talk

Million dollar dreams
Insightful conversations
Quiet as I seem
I'm never under thinking
Twenty seventeen workin' on the grave shift
Workin on sum slave shit
Practicing my patience
Cookin' crack over a pack inside my basement
Man the flows is cardiac
The way development and greatness
Got a nigga spittin writtens like he livin in the matrix
Wit the speed of Neo Soul and the power in my flower
Niggas scared to be themselves
Live in fear like some cowards
Guess we cut from different cloths
What I'm on
Put my all in a song
Put my life inside these verses
Pull my life behind the curtains
No pride in being perfect
Ain't no time for acting worthless
Work profusely til my loose leaf manifest
Me in a coupe without the roof
I swear my pen gon be the reason we gon win
Word to Jesus and my kid shit
Man I'm tryna count Arethas in a Benz
Man Im tryna count Arethas in my bed
Count Arethas with yo bitch
And she ride me like a Preakness in this bitch
If you dont know what the Preakness is do yo googles bitch
When we speakin' on this rap shit
Vernacular wild
Simone Biles
How I backflip
Acrobatics
Immaculate tiles
Started wit poetry and practice
Been at it a while
I went from catchin' dimes
To packaging lines
Pen and my paper
Shit it's Mathematics how I divide
Knowledge of self I need that wealth
Before I rap to provide
Product of health I see my dad in my eyes
The ladder fell when you lost sight of divine
Can't lose my self before i master the climb
Yeah
Remain a student of the game
I can't live to maintain
We ain't on the same plane
We don't play the same game
We ain't in the same gang
We don't speak the same language
Opposition I don't move with
Too many fools clueless
Impressed by niggas who you wit
They not actin they truth
They choosing to move stupid
Lack of luve for the music
Spill my blood inside this booth
Before I dilute it
No confetti nigga
I done heard plenty niggas
But I stand above the rest of these niggas
I'm tryna learn the recipe nigga
I'm down to sacrifice my time to put sum rest to these niggas
The crown for kings I'm so ahead of these niggas
Make sure yall get that motherfucking Luve is Patience
But lemme tell you one thing
Rosè!

I don't need no motivation
Tryna change my situation
Make a lane away from niggas
Hit a fade-away on niggas
I don't give no explanations
I don't need no validation
I don't see no competition
I don't need no phony bitches
I don't fuck wit opposition
Kill em all wit preparation
Mix the flow wit education
Smoke the whole of medication
Get these hoes up out my face
If you ain't adding to my space
Then you a cancer to my greatness



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Mulzac Jr.
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