Rap & Things

This is, soul searching, way my flow working
I'm so certain, that my rhymes get to no person
Dough lurking, down the low hurting
My mind, bet it won't worsen, outta line, like I was Burton
This is, soul searching, way my flow working
I'm so certain, that my rhymes get to no person
Dough lurking, down the low hurting
My mind, bet it won't worsen, outta line, like I was Burton

Yeah, outta space and time, like I was delusional
Feel I'm seeing lines move, sight is so illusional
Confusing who? Ain't that motherfucker you've been stooping to
I do this shit refined, I've been doing it so usual
Unusual, like it was out of context
That shit they got on repeat, but I'm on next
All checks, palms sweat, all threat
Way I'm dropping fucking songs, like I was a bomb vet
Ah heck, yeah, I see this as obituary
See themselves as a judge, see it as judiciary
I don't give fuck about opinions, yeah
In a couple years, I will have the millions

(You, you, you, you, you)
(You, you, you, you)
(You, you, you, you, you)
(You, you, you, you)

Shit, you think I'm talking bout the money
I don't give a fuck, where I'm from, they just take it from me
Had hella paper on my body like a fucking mummy
They gon still mistake it, take me for another dummy
But, I guess I'm back on my street smarts
I'm still in a new beginning, and in a newer start
From fewer parts, they gon blow out ya chest, skewer hearts
Man, and that's the type of world we live in
I never give in, I'm just giving what I've been given
Always sinning, not depending, they send what I seen, it's still sending
I got my winnings, I just been in
Some shit I don't wanna be in, but I'm still getting

(You, you, you, you)
(You, you, you, you, you)
(You, you, you)
(You, you, you, you)

This is, soul searching, way my flow working
I'm so certain, that my rhymes get to no person
Dough lurking, down the low hurting
My mind, bet it won't worsen, outta line, like I was Burton, yeah

(You, you, you, you, you)
(You, you, you, you, you)
(You, you, you)
(You, you, you, you)