12/31

Good god almighty ain't nun to be so taken lightly
They thought the mans was out the fighting
Tried to force a narrative in writing
Caught the parasites in line to take a swing with hidden knives b
And yet they wonder why he goes in hiding
Steady overworked with building blueprints in the side scenes
Barely any bread tossed my way, no one supplying
Next you know they wanna slight me cuz I scream
The only thing they gettin for free is left on read, bite me
Ain't no puppet master on me who controls the life, see
They off the mark to make that claim if I can put it nicely
Anybody crumble down if the thunderstorm hits
But I been struck so many times I could ride the lightning
It's the timing
Every year flashback to them obstacles I done climbed from
Been in some adventures that weaker niggas would die from
So giving free attention to slander that be online? None

(You are the master of your universe)

Found a pace with the shit, think I'm slow in a funk?
Cuz I ain't trend chasin, rubbin elbows and some junk
Push my goals to the front, by kissing ass till they know me enough?
Yeah buddy, your priorities fucked
This rap shit gets old so I jump
Folks turn into some opps every month because they circle is bunk
Niggas dig they own grave if they focused enough
Same ending, niggas askin for the smoke til it bust
But here I am in a corner tryna cope with the slump
In case I don't one up myself when the going gets tough
Duck



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Writer(s): Jonathan Fletcher
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