Poetic Flows (Interlude)

I don't stress, but my chest is out
I got n***** in the streets
Who really vex me out, and other b******
I ain't never wanna see they ass
I'm strapped with rhymes
And n**** i ain't outta stock
Get yo s*** out the way
And let 'em see the real king
You been a torn in my flesh, and pain in the ass
Kick me out of they lives, and that s*** set me real straight
You envy me and what i do, and that's the saddest s*** ever
I got problems of my own
You don't know s*** i've been thru
Gotta hand it to you lomi
You the greatest i seen
Even when you not around, your s*** is always gon teach
I got some people in street, who really hate what i do
And some other n***** in the street, who love what i do
Two sides of the coin, you can't have em at once
If you promise me and fail, we can never be friends
Tryna reach out to the masses, but they shutting me down
Ain't no surprise where i'm from, they don't even like me
It's been a bitter pill to swallow, with a simile on ma face
Ain't stopping for nobody, this is just me warming up n****
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Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Annan Jnr
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