Cynical Discontent (feat. 'Royelt)

Yea
Fourth quarter so we applying all pressure
All ways, all facets, all shapes

The only thing that I confide in
The pressure I apply got rappers gone & hiding
This here's historic writing
Bringing words together better than a hyphen
Picture reactions while I'm still typing
Watch the skills heighten
My work ethic showing on the surface
I know some niggas say they working hard but hardly working
A fucking clown circus
More success has been my only purpose
I check receipts after every purchase
I'm the greatest you don't have to agree
I thought this shit would be easier I got my degree
But there isn't an easy route for things I'm destined to be
The city's producing clones but there's one version of me
I'm really humble shit I never boast
Insecure niggas in my city really talk the most
Feeling like it's underlined enemies I play them close
Visions on a jet, me and my team oh yea we make a toast
Let's go

Yea
CNCT shit, C.N.C.T. shit man, same way either way
Every way

Every time I go through some shit it sit on my sleeve
Stressing over thoughts cause I'm mixing wants with my needs
But nothing is out of my league
My conscious and I agree
Standing on the fact from my talent, you pay a fee
Soon my spoken word gon' be costing niggas a key
The proof I'm trying to be
Just follow, I take the lead
Ticking time bomb, feel like imma detonate
When the weight is too much you gotta recalibrate
When I'm alone I recuperate
I'm not acting funny, I'm just distant shit I been this way
Stress levels high
Living to survive
Certain shit will happen then I think and question why
Swear I felt a sudden change since the day that Q died
The energy is off, I can't say that I'm surprised
Know some niggas living lies, sell they souls for a like
This shit a risky game some will play it with they life
That's right



Credits
Writer(s): Leroy Collier
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