Something You Envision
Look
See a nigga like me
I ain't never know nothin but betrayal
That's all I ever seen
I ain't trynna be what nobody else want me to be ya heard me
Now when I look into yo eyes I see apathy
It got me shook and surprised how it rattled me
This what it took to catch my eyes cuz I casually retreat
Into my mind and then I find that of my time you get the least
See I grind wit no relief
Couldn't find in yo beliefs
The piece of mind I know I needed and of mine you don't appresh
I was lookin for my soul and trynna find it in these streets
Don't speak on my emotions often rhyme on these beats
Trynna make a way
Snapped on execs
They hollerin stay away
It's like I'm guardin Jordan
I'm watchin these shots fade away
Found out what's required
It's who you know and it's pay to play
When you in that struggle take it day to day
Am I trippin'
When I feel it ain't the same no mo
It was written
Feel it slippin'
Can't explain no mo
As a lil one I would charge this to the game
But I can't walk away and act like you don't mean a thang
I don't think that you can mold me
Into something you envision
Cherish everything you told me
When you think that I don't listen
I ain't really introverted
Beacoup thoughts in my mind
Can't take em wit me they uncertain
Might get caught in a bind
If they against me
I ain't worried
Not at all cuz that iron
Create a hole like the offensive line
Could probably run through it
Bitch I know you lost but yo senses you gotta come to it
Kneel in front that cross like it ain't nun to it
Circumvent the dogma
See the cause is the nostalgia
Could add some to it
But I ain't trynna give another lesson on the system
Oppressors and they victims read a book or sum
Shoot for #1 like Melvin Booker son
Avoiding all these crooked ones
Yella Nation Corporation bangin on the pussy ones
It's true
I'm astute in stick talk like Groot
Am I trippin'
When I feel it ain't the same no mo
It was written
Feel it slippin'
Can't explain no mo
As a lil one I would charge this to the game
But I can't walk away and act like you don't mean a thang
I don't think that you can mold me
Into something you envision
Cherish everything you told me
When you think that I don't listen
Yella Nation shit
You know
Un huh un huh
See a nigga like me
I ain't never know nothin but betrayal
That's all I ever seen
I ain't trynna be what nobody else want me to be ya heard me
Now when I look into yo eyes I see apathy
It got me shook and surprised how it rattled me
This what it took to catch my eyes cuz I casually retreat
Into my mind and then I find that of my time you get the least
See I grind wit no relief
Couldn't find in yo beliefs
The piece of mind I know I needed and of mine you don't appresh
I was lookin for my soul and trynna find it in these streets
Don't speak on my emotions often rhyme on these beats
Trynna make a way
Snapped on execs
They hollerin stay away
It's like I'm guardin Jordan
I'm watchin these shots fade away
Found out what's required
It's who you know and it's pay to play
When you in that struggle take it day to day
Am I trippin'
When I feel it ain't the same no mo
It was written
Feel it slippin'
Can't explain no mo
As a lil one I would charge this to the game
But I can't walk away and act like you don't mean a thang
I don't think that you can mold me
Into something you envision
Cherish everything you told me
When you think that I don't listen
I ain't really introverted
Beacoup thoughts in my mind
Can't take em wit me they uncertain
Might get caught in a bind
If they against me
I ain't worried
Not at all cuz that iron
Create a hole like the offensive line
Could probably run through it
Bitch I know you lost but yo senses you gotta come to it
Kneel in front that cross like it ain't nun to it
Circumvent the dogma
See the cause is the nostalgia
Could add some to it
But I ain't trynna give another lesson on the system
Oppressors and they victims read a book or sum
Shoot for #1 like Melvin Booker son
Avoiding all these crooked ones
Yella Nation Corporation bangin on the pussy ones
It's true
I'm astute in stick talk like Groot
Am I trippin'
When I feel it ain't the same no mo
It was written
Feel it slippin'
Can't explain no mo
As a lil one I would charge this to the game
But I can't walk away and act like you don't mean a thang
I don't think that you can mold me
Into something you envision
Cherish everything you told me
When you think that I don't listen
Yella Nation shit
You know
Un huh un huh
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