Transitioning
Back at it
Lately, I've been feeling a bit cool and more hopeful
Look at myself like "you losing the old you"
Look at my health like "it's good that you've grown too"
For you I'm not me, I'm the dude that I show you
Gotta control or I'm losing the focus
I'm in transition, in music and soul too
I am a mixture of new and the old school
Showing my features, I'm moving like Cole moved
Two years ago (Huh, yeah)
If I lose myself, I'm not losing my flow
But that's Eminem, I'm not losing my dome
Only the bubble that puts me on hold
I'd rather lose beats than me losing the vocals
You gotta get what the universe shows you
Hungry? I go and do music, that's soul food
But this is homemade, I am unique, not whole foods
No, sir
People's perceptions, I snooze and don't notice 'em
I have a sneeze like "atchoo" and it's covid
No stain on the shirt like I'm using deodorant
Sleeping on me but you walk on your flippers
While I'm putting my shoes in the morning
Sleeping on me like you dead, well I'm used to the mourning
Get out of the circle, that loop is a warning
I'm serving you lessons
Come get it while the food is still warm bitch
Sometimes you stooping too low
Like when someone trynna scoop
When I'm up, don't you make me a fool cuz this dude ain't a cone
Chill all the way, bulletproof when I'm home
I don't spoof on the truth, sike, I do as I want
Who are you if not you, fuck the nuisance they on
What I'll do? What I think is just move as a Don
Still in school, but a senior, maturing some more
It's funny just how much change in some months
Way back in December, I'd never consider that I'd be in this one place
At least it's become great
Taking my time and I ain't feeling numb late
My dream will go one way, ain't no looking down
Like a bully in lunch break, ain't no backing out
Like a king, that's my mid-name, I go for the crown
I'm down, astound, got non' lacking out
Fuck it, I'm locking my skill
For now, let's have fun, let the problems still
I feel the change like an automobile
I think we just hit the lottery deal
Fuck all the labels, you ain't stopping me, chill
Don't fake with my new girl, an awe in itself
I'm fixing my problems I'd never know of 'em
I oughta go solve 'em, I'm honestly thrilled
Transition
Lately, I've been feeling a bit cool and more hopeful
Look at myself like "you losing the old you"
Look at my health like "it's good that you've grown too"
For you I'm not me, I'm the dude that I show you
Gotta control or I'm losing the focus
I'm in transition, in music and soul too
I am a mixture of new and the old school
Showing my features, I'm moving like Cole moved
Two years ago (Huh, yeah)
If I lose myself, I'm not losing my flow
But that's Eminem, I'm not losing my dome
Only the bubble that puts me on hold
I'd rather lose beats than me losing the vocals
You gotta get what the universe shows you
Hungry? I go and do music, that's soul food
But this is homemade, I am unique, not whole foods
No, sir
People's perceptions, I snooze and don't notice 'em
I have a sneeze like "atchoo" and it's covid
No stain on the shirt like I'm using deodorant
Sleeping on me but you walk on your flippers
While I'm putting my shoes in the morning
Sleeping on me like you dead, well I'm used to the mourning
Get out of the circle, that loop is a warning
I'm serving you lessons
Come get it while the food is still warm bitch
Sometimes you stooping too low
Like when someone trynna scoop
When I'm up, don't you make me a fool cuz this dude ain't a cone
Chill all the way, bulletproof when I'm home
I don't spoof on the truth, sike, I do as I want
Who are you if not you, fuck the nuisance they on
What I'll do? What I think is just move as a Don
Still in school, but a senior, maturing some more
It's funny just how much change in some months
Way back in December, I'd never consider that I'd be in this one place
At least it's become great
Taking my time and I ain't feeling numb late
My dream will go one way, ain't no looking down
Like a bully in lunch break, ain't no backing out
Like a king, that's my mid-name, I go for the crown
I'm down, astound, got non' lacking out
Fuck it, I'm locking my skill
For now, let's have fun, let the problems still
I feel the change like an automobile
I think we just hit the lottery deal
Fuck all the labels, you ain't stopping me, chill
Don't fake with my new girl, an awe in itself
I'm fixing my problems I'd never know of 'em
I oughta go solve 'em, I'm honestly thrilled
Transition
Credits
Writer(s): Pedro Batista
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