Dear Winter

This shit different man
This is BST business man
No workout,but this is lyrical fitness man
I got you, yeah

Approaching woman
Like The last mack
Giving up that pussy on the first night
Get you fast tracked
A couple singles out here doing numbers
Like the Nasdaq
You come up on some cheetah piss my nigga
Better pass that
They really gaining clout off negativity
We passed that
Before my second BM I was out here chasing
Mad WAP
Persona so infectious with a flow
Sicker than Hazmat
Been getting to a bag way before and after
I had Rap
A couple artists tell me we gone link up
But it's mad cap
Two foreigns up on niggas
Please don't make me bring the past back
Trading pussy for purses niggas
Going out like sad saps
How you snitch on yo gang and come home
Eating like a fat rat
Feds was at his neck approached him
With a couple rat traps
I'm a put that work in and make Grippos
The New Rap Snacks
Everybody want smoke 'til they get put
Inside a nap sack
Just please don't run up on me talking verses
With your trash raps
Matter fact
I'm a just keep doing me
You do what you feel is safest
Music done got me through all my
Dark trials and tribulations
Make all my bread generational
Not just chips to play with
Let's stick together, don't take too much
To build up a nation
It's really Artist out here getting it
You sitting just hating
Just swallowed my second red pill and I'm
Still in the matrix
Man I'm about seven shows in
How I'm feeling this anxious
This rap shit ain't complicated
Had to stick to the basics
Only judged a book by it's cover
You ain't flipping the pages
We need to start filling our homes with
Good spirits and sages
Mom and Dad would whoop my ass to chill
I was still misbehaving
My moms ain't always keep it real
Her house still was the haven
I use to take out the trash, that's where bills
In my name went
Always used her shoulder to lean on
When my feelings was jaded
People will leave you out here guessing
Some fill in the blank shit
Any rapper feeling like Goliath
I'll fill in as David
Did it all without no guns, no props
And they still in amazement
My flow sound like I'm at the top
And I'm still in the basement
Niggas gonna have to learn to drop
Without stealing my cadence
Either I'm the greatest of all time
Or a shill in the making
Must be confusion, far as beats and raps
We been the Gods
Im tryna stack this money and build my faith
Like a synagogue
This for the artist that really put in work
But don't get applause
The only rapper that can make rappers that's on
Go get a job
I'm feeling old, might hit the bar and
Cop me a mint julep bra
My OG always told me I would
Get my flowers soon enough
The fake love always came and went it
Never mattered who you was
I built my label by myself
I never knew just who to trust
Who the man that's feeling like super man
When I'm suited up
The way I rhyme'll blow your mind or
Make your whole medulla bust
Pipe down if you never walked in the shoes
Of people who you judge
Who here can fuck with Blood Sweat and Tears
We turning crews to dust