80 on the Drive

Just look at the vibe
Call up my brothers to drive
We doing 80 in the ride
Gotta survive
No I ain't doing a lick with you
Couldn't pay me if you tried
I'm getting tired
People who itching to beef with you
Way too lame it make me sigh
Swallowed my pride
Now I be living it up
I gotta make it for my kind
Know I'm evaporating how I rise
Bae know I'm way too angry with the lies
I got a different flavor with the rhymes
Type that you gotta savor with the mind
I'm putting my soul in it
Think that I'm out of control with it
Gotta fight for your own it ain't no givens
I'm the type to be known as a pro, different
Trying to saint

Back on the scene
Finally stacking my green
And getting aligned with my team
Had to go ghost
No longer see what you post
I couldn't find peace in the screen
These rappers out of control
Doing what I don't condone
I must intervene
Before the city get cold
Gotta let these people know
Who really the king
I used to try to be
Now I see ain't no goodness inside of me
So I turned to the lord with apology
And I died to the foolish philosophy
Started praying, I pray that he proud of me
Letting go of the hate and the doubt in me
So much blessing it can't be no pout in me
Now the vision he gave getting out of me
Man it's wild
Rappers ain't like that they be in denial
Tell them to write and maybe gain a crowd
Stop all that biting maybe claim a sound
Come to the light it's favor going around
I'm tryna tell them it all
It don't really feel like it's getting through
I know greatness inside this is living proof
Only dropping with fire when in the booth
Tell them I'm about action I come to get rappers subtracted
and overexpose all they capping
Way they be acting and claiming they stacking
It's making me saddened it's overly tragic
Think it's a game, nah we ain't playing madden
An 'L' is the only thing you gone be catching
2016 thought I taught em a lesson
Graduated now I'm back with a passion
You rappers childish
Must be feeding you Danimals
You rappers childish
Must be feeding you Danimals
Know when I'm on the mic I'm a cannibal
Beefing with me do that sound like a plan to you?
Im finally back on the scene child, super sorry I had to abandon you

Just look at the vibe
Call up my brothers to drive
We doing 80 in the ride
Gotta survive
No I ain't doing a lick with you
Couldn't pay me if you tried
I'm getting tired
People who itching to beef with you
Way too lame it make me sigh
Swallowed my pride
Now I be living it up
I gotta make it for my kind
Know I'm evaporating how I rise
Bae know I'm way too angry with the lies
I got a different flavor with the rhymes
Type that you gotta savor with the mind
I'm putting my soul in it
Think that I'm outta control with it
Gotta fight for your own it ain't no givens
I'm the type to be known as a pro, different
Trying to saint



Credits
Writer(s): Israel Oby
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