Buddin'

*chuckles* Alright
I mean... when you see the buds, it's anticipation that you gonn have fruit
So it's encouraging to see buds, cause then you
You know fruits gonn come
It's the first stage, or step, in the process to the end result

This, not even my final form!
I'm still buddin' (Buddin')
Not stopping till I become something
Pollinated, but my head just be buzzin'
I'm still growing but I like who I'm becoming
This not even my final form!
I'm still buddin' (Buddin')
Not stopping till I become something
Pollinated, but my head just be buzzin'
I'm still growing but I like who I'm becoming

The fruits of my labor are coming into fruition
But if I'm growing, why I feel I'm in the same position?
Frozen by fear, I'm feeling locked in
Surrounded by the pressure to turn buds up into blossoms and flowers
Never had the optics of optimists
My option is to switch the lens and start to cleanse
Wounded parts of me that been buried deep
Sowed a seed of doubt, so I start to see
My inherent need for publicity as validation
I know that I'm a legend, doesn't matter what they sayin
Still there's been a voice I can't escape from
It's been lying dormant and benign in my mind
Till it finally take root inside a part of my heart
So every piece of progress been weeded out from the start (from the start)
My observation, it get vacant and frustrating
When the music that you making don't exceed the expectations that you had for yourself
Make your thoughts go astray
Imagine thinking you the one, but you the one in your way
So I dig, beneath the surface and notice
That I'm hurting, unearthing
All of this trauma with no way to reverse it
It ain't working, that's for certain
So I cover it up with a smile
Add fertilizers, and fiber, and other methods I'm trying
Add different waters
I water it, till I find a part of me that I can finally be proud of
But this not even my final form
This not even my final form

This not even my final form!
I'm still buddin' (Buddin')
Not stopping till I become something
Pollinated, but my head just be buzzin'
I'm still growing but I like who I'm becoming

Feeling pressure to settle and be a married man
But I still wanna travel to family by Maryland
I seem distraught cause I saw my pops in the mirror and
I feel like an imposter when I'm proper and not revealing hands
Gotta be honest, can't play with the greatest emcee from the northern portion of Florida
Referenced as Gatorland
The man who worked three jobs just to try and pay the rent
And later went on to release an album in a pandemic
And actually profit
My back is to gossip
Ears that I had to the streets
Only receive the sounds I have in my pocket
Demos I recorded, you'll eventually rock with
I'm buddin', it's sudden
But if it improves my function, then my form will follow and we'll see just what it
Is I am
And not only the thoughts that you had of me
I'm still mad our majesty
I mean magistrates, actually
I mean federal faculty
My identity's absentee
My passion brings me purpose, but I know it is not half of me
So after these bars, what makes up all my personality?
Battling with the government, all my friends, and my last few tweets
Having to grow and portray myself in a way that is actually
Ti- no