Past Tense

Sometimes it feels like, how can this go wrong
Came a long way from that kid who got it going, on his own
Late nights, playing beats, writing songs
Any doubt I had it hit the mic and trust me now it's gone

I stay focused on the vision, follow truth and not the gimmick
Never changed been the same since the very beginning
Hit the booth like time to get it, this no ruse it's armageddon
Dropping bombs, raining shells, raging hell, they need help

I can tell I'm about to get em, on a beat I got that venom
On paper, thoughts I vent out, how they preachin' poppin' Xanax
How can we accept that, fuck that, I can not respect that
If they talking bars, I dead em, wipe the blood off my denim

Like, "surprise", this that life I used to fantasize
Back when I realized, making music made me feel alive
No lie, ever since I started writin' rhymes
I could see it clear as day, this the mission ain't no wastin' time

I rely on nobody cause y'all quick to switchin' sides
Ion' reply to no bullshit, bitch I'm busy chasin' mine
I like to keep it low key, I'm quick to cut them ties
It's like my work is assurin' me, you can not cheat grind

Sometimes it feels like, how can this go wrong
Came a long way from that kid who got it going, on his own
Late nights, playing beats, writing songs
Any doubt I had it hit the mic and trust me now it's gone

Got you stuck, got you silent. You no thug, you not violent
You's a pawn, you no giant, false alarm but keep tryin'
They always tryna' talk but I never listen
Cause I'm busy makin' moves and they always chillin'

Hunger on a level that you can not fathom
Hah
Always in the booth, I might drop an album
Man I do it for the tunes fuck going platinum
Ain't shit on my wrist but when I spit they panic

It ain't hard to see I hop on beats to chop em' neat
This that artistry you ought to see I'm onto things
Been an oddity, no apology, I got to be, ME
Ain't no probably or possibly, I R.I.P my leads

On the M.I.C I'm mean, call up SAP for beats
Got the passion and art I seek, y'all are trash it ain't hard to see
Need no Patek to know I'm neat, Pen and a pad is all I need
Straight up savage on a beat, In the booth it's always heat

I rely on nobody cause y'all quick to switchin' sides
Ion' reply to no bullshit, bitch I'm busy chasin' mine
I like to keep it low key, I'm quick to cut them ties
It's like my work is assurin' me, you can not cheat grind

Sometimes it feels like, how can this go wrong
Came a long way from that kid who got it going, on his own
Late nights, playing beats, writing songs
Any doubt I had it hit the mic and trust me now it's gone

Headphones on and it's a therapy session
In this seat, I could feel the nerves wrecking
Still, I feel at peace and count my blessings
No more "let's just see" and go with awful guesses
Sometimes I feel like for this I'm destined
All those late nights packed with practice
Tryna' make a song but don't know how to start the process
Now I make these records back to back and to me that is progress

I rely on nobody cause y'all quick to switchin' sides
Ion' reply to no bullshit, bitch I'm busy chasin' mine
I like to keep it low key, I'm quick to cut them ties
It's like my work is assurin' me, you can not cheat grind

Sometimes it feels like, how can this go wrong
Came a long way from that kid who got it going, on his own
Late nights, playing beats, writing songs
Any doubt I had it hit the mic and trust me now it's gone
Sometimes it feels like, how can this go wrong
Came a long way from that kid who got it going, on his own
Late nights, playing beats, writing songs
Any doubt I had it hit the mic and trust me now it's gone