Potential

No more falling behind I'm staying true to the grind I been working in sight of myself
Tryna be the best man that I could face
Truly divine my rank higher than high it's so felt
Ain't real talking behind the fake internet wilding
Heart coldest for drama won't melt nigga
Team move to finest and we moving to finer thing earned need bezels up on this belt
Feel like a champion
Conquering trauma and damage
Intact and solid kept it real
Like Calvin Cambridge
I'm blessed couldn't imagine or manage or plan this gift that I've been dealt
Ducking yo cameras
Kickin bad vibes to the banister
Out the way maneuver stealth
But I'm not hiding I'm sliding they need me
In there till my death and the last of my wealth
Bitch this mob tie shit run deep nigga
Me and my zen done lost sleep
And we don't talk sheep
We don't cross that street
We don't walk on fear nigga
We walk on beats
We stay high man y'all can't reach
The hardest gods from Z
This shit the art that y'all can't teach nigga
Mind a missile I won't fucking miss you
Our credentials been official this ain't bout potential
Nigga

I know my mind is a missile
If I use it to shoot, I won't miss you
Got too much pride in my precision with aiming
Pray that there isn't an issue
Only place to find us, at the stu and on stages
Killing shit, getting residuals
And of course I'm talking bout my crew, that's the gang
But you ain't hip to what we've been through
This ain't bout potential
We had to work for our credentials
This ain't bout potential
We had to work for our credentials

Teen Gohan in the flesh
If I even shed one tear, that'll be your last breath
On the set, I'll make hell raise
So upset 'bout this hell I've been raised in
Every day's the Cell games
Misdirected, a bent adolescent
No protection, except for my essence
Full regret if you get disrespectful
Don't grow testees attempting to test it
Weapons drawn still put the pain in paintings
Every song it took a maze to make it
Never lost I look in safer spaces
Get him gone he's shook and making statements
Now, who believes what they're sayin'?
I do compete with the Saiyans
That's been my angle
Trusting my angels
Don't need a halo for demon slaying

And these days I been praying a lot
Top of the food chain my prey in the pot
Pass when I cut or I'm taking the rock
Man everyone's hot until paperwork drop
Put yo name on that dotted line
Is you selling yo soul or you doing crime?
It's like 365 with them ootas flying
Why my heart get so cold in the winter time?
Man, take it off my sleeve Ima put it in my pocket now
You know where I'm at, round the green like a crocodile
People from my city overlooked me but I'm popping now
You get some love on the net but it's not a crowd
Chrome heart cap looking cute but it's not a crown
King Clipse tell them niggas get to bowin' down
King shit swatting pussy niggas outta bounds
Kang shit turning seconds into hours now

I know my mind is a missile
If I use it to shoot, I won't miss you
Got too much pride in my precision with aiming
Pray that there isn't an issue
Only place to find us, at the stu and on stages
Killing shit, getting residuals
And of course I'm talking about my crew, that's the gang
But you ain't hip to what we've been through
This ain't bout potential
We had to work for our credentials
This ain't bout potential
We had to work for our credentials



Credits
Writer(s): Ty Summers
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