Garden of Eden

Yeah, running through a fucking trap mine's like running through a niggas mind
If you wanna know about my life
You gotta read in between the lines
I could script my life inside my page and still never let you inside
Irony is wanting privacy and working for a life 'n fame
Ever since my momma went away I started rapping
Had to go and raise the bar, while she 'hind bars
Boy droppin bars
Even though it's still wack shit
Man I had the vision as an adolescent
Had to go and get it, work a nine to five
Even though I fucking hate that shit
Had to wear the face, and dumb me down
Could never compromise on the dream
By any means, gotta get it right
Working day n night, getting bags
Not gucci, but the bags on my eyes
It probably cost like a couple dimes
Worth all my time if I had to count

Shit, man these niggas ain't even worth my time man

Sipping on my tea reminiscing bout the life I coulda had
Nearly dropped the music for a bad ting
Was a toxic thing
Guess that's why a nigga gassed
If you met me five years ago
Was a different nigga in a different mode on different goals
Was putting shawty first
Now I never compromise the soul
That's when I was a fucking simp nigga
Now the boy out steady trapping
Used to be on that sex, love & goop
Now the nigga being heartless
Conversation never lasting more than three days
They losing my focus
And if the talk is not monetary
Don't ask me why I'm not invested
If I were counting pennies
Way I count blessings, I'd have many, shit
Niggas never recognize the talent till its spread in blood across canvas sheets
Pressure had the people round me take their life
But we pushing on amidst the energy
Way I'm moving is like villainy
Move against the grain, like Adam did

Yeah, I think I'm on to better shit
I woke up early one morning
I had to get it rich
I've been trapping in paradise on some stupid shit
Been under selling my greatness
I'm on to better shit