Let the Kid Talk

Let the kid talk, my dreams are too close, man I could really see it, I don't give a
Fuck if you don't like me, and I really mean it, fight for yourself, land of the snakes
Where we live, exposing truth in your words, how many lies you willing to give, seek for
Validation, fuck, what a damn shame, you make music for attention, damn, we are not the same

Big blue bills, dead presidents progressing as I'm leveling, hyperbolic time chamber flow
Push as I'm peddling, Brett Farve feel, everyone's screaming Hail Mary, 54 points in the garden
Vivid visions of Steph Curry, Mike Tyson in round 6, Klay Thompson in game 6, Michael Jackson
Album 6, this that devil flow bitch, I see this devil in a new dress, I'm scared as I run away

She's not a pure soul please, you gotta believe what I say, I'm getting guilt tripped by this
Bitch, fuck man, I'm bound 2 fall apart, when it all falls down, the world ends
It's a ghost town, extraterrestrial type of feel, kids see ghosts now, where the fuck my real
Friends at, the rest riding the waves, catch you while you lacking, give a damn boutta fade

I'ma be the best out of my city if it's the last thing I do, the reflection in the mirror
That ain't the real you, only a selected few are real, I give my gratitude, no one's ever gonna
Reach where I peak this type of magnitude, man, people be two-faced, shit's fucking lame
Drive by with Mike Breen bullets, all you hear is bang, bang, it's good, I've been mentally

Weakened by the fraudness of different people, been taking precautions dreadfully, I'm ignorantly
Peaceful, still look over my shoulder when I'm walking alone, can't contain my emotions
Something that I cannot condone, let the kid talk, listen to whatever he gotta say
One ear to another ear, the knowledge spreads then goes away, I've been tryna tell y'all

Let the kid talk, goddamn, let the kid talk, fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Foronda
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