WHOOP!

I'm driving down 209
Where you won't find
Nobody
Who do it like I do it so they're playing buddy buddy
In this borough
I still excel
Pro level
Joe burrow
Wish you well
But I'm better cause I'm so thorough
Back pedal when you see the tire marks
My entire hearts elevated
From heading straight to where fire starts
I'm in love with that dark shit
That life pulled apart shit
Running thru the gauntlet
I wanna win like white kids want blow
It's frightening
Cause I already know that
The prozac doesn't fill the void
Or hold back the feeling that I've truly been destroyed
By cold stacks of memories
Where hope lacks you can fix with accessories
But don't act extra please
I don't need it
Til I'm top seed
Big undefeated
Succeeded from being who I wanna be shit

It's everything I ever wanted

I think I'm boutta have a heart attack from this second cup of coffee
But don't get off me
Let's fuck softly
It's too costly to stop
Don't you know I could explode?
Rather die thru cardiac than have to hold another load
it's get too overbearing
Done comparing via the stats
Your manager holds your money
I'm wearing multiple hats
Not a subtle flex
Collecting double the checks
Embellishments on my sleeve
Perceived to the best
Even tho I argue with doubt
I'm hardly without
Some bad times
But I laugh, fine...
Partial to how
The room can shift
Your mood can lift
Consume the gift
Until you get caught in the rift
This spliff
Gonna hold me over
When I get mad at the world cause I don't have closure
Moved closer
To new highs and lower lows
Am I gonna see my own rise man no one knows



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Rossi
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