Paidstyle II

Telling doubt where my head's at
Fuck you
Fuck a set back
Went hard on this freestyle
But I'll go harder on the next track
Mind stronger
My range longer
Than a Tesla with engrained chargers
My soul free
But my brain harbored
Cause I'm boxed in
If I think smarter

Drink water
For your lifeline
2 albums
In the pipeline
I could put em out right now
But I'm strategizing for the right time

Pushing till somebody give in
I'm buying you out
Or the tea getting twisted
I take it to go
But I dine like a sit in
Don't know where I'll be
But I'm dying to get in

I'd like to push through a limit
And look at my fam
When life gives you lemons
I can not look at this ceiling for 20 more years you don't know what I'm feeling
Can't keep my feet ottoman
Positive
Teachers said I was too talkative
Talking gone pay all my bills
When I'm 30
So preciate sharing the obvious
I see emotion and memories
I like commotion and remedies
Dial my vision to see where I'm headed
And still keep an eye on my enemy

If I don't have it yet I manifest it
Plain and simple plan and follow new direction
Got a few intentions in my new agenda
If I tell you know then I dilute the picture

Minimal don't mean simplistic
Go take advantage or miss it
I found a beat that I'm tryna body and all of you gone be a witness
If you ain't about it then why are listening bro just go on with your business
And if you about it, can't make it without you so thank you for helping my mission

Yall ain't talking bout it
Yall ain't living with it
Giving wit it
Young and independent
On a mission for a pretty penny
Pretty underrated for man who in a new dimension
I can see a hundred other battles in future vision
If you wanna see em
You can ride on my back
With the cash in the hand
And the mind on the cash
Got a mind full of mines
I'm a nine
Plus a tax
Overtime
Taking time for the time
Run in back

I'm a lion in his pride
And I still
Bitch I'm fine
I just tripled my cash
That don't mean, weight is not, still on my back
Follow me, walk on me, riddle me that
Gotta be, honestly 33 seconds ahead of you like it's a race to the finish
I can't erase what I've given
Caption 100 percentage

Gotta put in effort but a motherfucker never really feel
How he wanna feel
It's tragic
How to associate me and my actions
What's predicted
What actually happened
Need for reassurance and passion
Blood and sweat but only in passing
Back to back with my sappy ass and my empty half or half empty glass I'm just done



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Writer(s): Justin Jordon
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