Love All (Freestyle)

Yeah
Aye, word to my mother nigga you Already know how I'm coming up on This beat
You know my body nigga

Usually I'm not the type that would Get attached
I'm the type to fuck bitches and never hit em back
Now I gotta girl
That got a son
They my world
I dare any nigga or woman try Coming between me and that

Generational curses time to break that
Raised to be a gentleman my mama Never played that
Won't be defined by the sins of my Father
I'm mad smarter
I would never hesitate to face that

Speaking of generations
Mines moving weird
Going to twitter to announce their Fears
Everyone on Instagram post pics for Likes and validation fascinated by the Highlight Reels

Yea
You know how that feel
Compromising your integrity to sign Dat deal
Not focused on the natural or Spiritual you focused on the
Algorithm of the stories and reels

But look
I'm Destined to win a Grammy
The music gotta work cuz niggas Never had a plan b

Not Many understand me
Niggas closest to you be the same Ones that envy

When I get popping everybody Wanna befriend me
Fuck I look like letting you leaches Near me

Let that sink in
Internally fighting battles with your Demons within
When you thought you would lose But was guaranteed to win
So you sabotaged your blessing by Rejecting your friends

Dam
Let that sink in
Fuck I look ever letting you niggas in
Fuck I look ever letting you niggas Win

Everything
Comes full circle in the end

Like drizzy Imma singing nigga Rapping on beats y'all should be Rapping to, how da Fuck you thinking you Touching my pin

I got higher power in me
You got nothing within

You addicted to socials
Where everything is pretend

So I keep my distance
Social media filled with sin
Can't ever let that energy rubb off of My skin

Even your efforts not commendable
Everybody's expendable
Niggas infatuated by the physical
Dat you take but you never give
I'm starting to notice this behavior is Habitual

It's go be a cruel summer
When's Tarantino dropping?
Everybody's gonna wonder

I meant that we gon bump It from The winter to the summer
November the 19th
A Certified thumper
Nigga

And that's facts
And that's facts

You know I couldn't get on the track without singing to you

To you