Till the End of Time

(Dream where you want)

I found my gift at sixteen
I knew I could blow up spitting flames benzene
I Had dreams of fucking bad bitches in a limousine
Now times changed and a nigga gotta queen
And she got a ring
2k to be exact
I know it's much but ya diamonds be looking cracked
Born poor but I'm dying rich and that's a fact
So real I'll probably put that on a Snapple cap
(That's a Fact)
All my songs they run it back
And my plays is running laps
I chose my music over wifey it hurt her like heart attacks
But damn try to relax
I love you so just sit back
We rich counting these stacks
We stable finally at last
Yeah
Going with the motions
Ideas so big it probably fill the ocean
But nobody never listen fuck them just show them
(Yes that's pretty good, yes I'm still growing)
By the time they realized your worth you got going
Got no time to waste I'm focused on life promotions
In success you still feel wrong it's just emotions
And I'm a workaholic
Hood poet on these songs is sounding so symbolic
Yeah I'll die for this shit it ain't nothing about it
And I'm the best in this bitch tone is vitriolic
Tone is vitriolic
Woah

Like I really do this
I just want people to feel what I'm on
I live breathe and walk music
Matter fact I am music
(I am music)
And I just want the world to know
(Gods blessing)
Hood Poet
(Heaven sent)
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): John Davis
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