More To Unfold

Yeah
Check
Yeah

Hard to fix problems when you're the main one
Scraping dollars nuff for change, and yet I'm sposed to save some
For myself, my family and everyone I'm with
Secrets kept within ain't really looking for a stitch
How the fuck we gon get rich
Why we ain't blowing up that quick
It's the mindset, or creativity, they captivate divinity
Infinite to finite, I tend to be the one that at least made something different
Instead of acting different
I act myself, fuck what the closest ones recommended
Putting books upon my shelf, the cards I dealt
Growing up without a father figure, so disfigured, way I saw life
I was always dreaming bigger
Always smoking up but I'm familiar with that liquor
Going quicker, farther down the line I thought of more tactics
Boom bap addict turned soul fanatic, the gold I'm at it, ya fold
I'm glad it wasn't me, I'm thinking that y'all so dramatic
This automatic flip ya ass around like an acrobatic
Cause the static if you fucking with the sound, I'm at it
And that's my fucking status
Yeah
And that's my fucking status

And my mind is flying high, I don't wanna die
Side to side, where my eyes, I don't wanna cry
Fuck the opposition if they ain't gonna ride
No more stressing, I be testing all my motherfucking lies
And my mind is flying high, I don't wanna die
Side to side, where my eyes, I don't wanna cry
Fuck the opposition if they ain't gonna ride
No more stressing, I be testing all my motherfucking lies

30 seconds, folding times that I've been stepping
No more questions, oh, if you gon ride then don't even mention
All the times, that I told myself that I was always gonna be the bestest
There go the lies that I convinced my mind that I wasn't ever ready



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Rodriguez
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