Consistent (feat. Earl Nightingale)
I feel a void in my chest now I'm looking at my heart beat
Long drives always get my mind right speeding down the 14
Bad bitch by my side, she wanna cook for me, clean for me, get me all inside
I'm consistent like a motherfucker baby, and you know that
I can trust you with a game plan baby, hold that
Elevating minds, I'm just tryna bring the roots back
Love talking shit on the track, but I'm never with the rap cap
Standing at the crossroads, the pressure on my pen
My mind be really racing when I'm tryna go to bed
Never want a handout I'll get it like a man
I'm just tryna leave a legacy just way before my end
As a kid sitting on the curb, I done seen the blood splat
Never into gang shit, I chose a different format
Brudda called me on the phone, I got him with the bail
Be there in 30 and you can spare me all the details uh
You can spare me all the details
Now let's get back to our definition of success
Who succeeds
The only person who succeeds is the person who is progressively realizing a worthy ideal
He's the person who says, I'm going to become this, then begins to work toward that goal
He's the person who says
Illustrious in fact, now my plan is intact
I'm not no D1 player, I'm a creative competitor
With good on my taste yeah, ambition in my face
With some weight on my shoulder but kid, I'll never end the race
Vrme over Bape, sweatpants when I shake
Still ride around town, Tom Fords on my face
Ain't no drugs in my temple, but only poison in the landscape
Ardor is real, but never captured on tape mm
I am not a trust fund baby, putting all this trust in my baby
Reaping what I sow, so I know damn well it's finna pay me
My attitude is gratitude, I practice on the day
Having flashbacks, brought the game back, woah yeah
If I had to choose, know I'm choosing to attack
I was tired of the frontin' so I'm chillin' in the back
And my third eye open, this shit feeling like a hack uh
Yeah, this shit feeling like a hack
That's why today there isn't really any competition unless we make it for ourselves
The success is the successful salesman who wants to become a top-notch salesman
And grow and build his organization
A success is anyone who is doing deliberately a predetermined job
Because that's what he decided to do deliberately
But only one out of twenty does that
Long drives always get my mind right speeding down the 14
Bad bitch by my side, she wanna cook for me, clean for me, get me all inside
I'm consistent like a motherfucker baby, and you know that
I can trust you with a game plan baby, hold that
Elevating minds, I'm just tryna bring the roots back
Love talking shit on the track, but I'm never with the rap cap
Standing at the crossroads, the pressure on my pen
My mind be really racing when I'm tryna go to bed
Never want a handout I'll get it like a man
I'm just tryna leave a legacy just way before my end
As a kid sitting on the curb, I done seen the blood splat
Never into gang shit, I chose a different format
Brudda called me on the phone, I got him with the bail
Be there in 30 and you can spare me all the details uh
You can spare me all the details
Now let's get back to our definition of success
Who succeeds
The only person who succeeds is the person who is progressively realizing a worthy ideal
He's the person who says, I'm going to become this, then begins to work toward that goal
He's the person who says
Illustrious in fact, now my plan is intact
I'm not no D1 player, I'm a creative competitor
With good on my taste yeah, ambition in my face
With some weight on my shoulder but kid, I'll never end the race
Vrme over Bape, sweatpants when I shake
Still ride around town, Tom Fords on my face
Ain't no drugs in my temple, but only poison in the landscape
Ardor is real, but never captured on tape mm
I am not a trust fund baby, putting all this trust in my baby
Reaping what I sow, so I know damn well it's finna pay me
My attitude is gratitude, I practice on the day
Having flashbacks, brought the game back, woah yeah
If I had to choose, know I'm choosing to attack
I was tired of the frontin' so I'm chillin' in the back
And my third eye open, this shit feeling like a hack uh
Yeah, this shit feeling like a hack
That's why today there isn't really any competition unless we make it for ourselves
The success is the successful salesman who wants to become a top-notch salesman
And grow and build his organization
A success is anyone who is doing deliberately a predetermined job
Because that's what he decided to do deliberately
But only one out of twenty does that
Credits
Writer(s): Jiah Zuniga
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