Shell always wanted
Ghetto'fisticate
Got sophisticated
I'm uneducated
Love never fail to wait hate
Hate break
But clear the way
If I was on the stock market
Your bank would run out of Wall Street
Then if we talk about the benefit
Then mine is really negative
But I'm rarely negative
Prefer not to talk when I'm negative
Thoughts about rife makes me positive
Smoking on some got me relative
Many things like looking the sky
Feeling the vibe is imperative
Reason of life
If I knew why
You told me God is positive
Always I love the instinct
Although it fails me often
Cuz if we talk about ambition
Honestly I failed on the mission
Planned on rule the world at the age of 16
Added up that I'm 25 huh
N*gga they caught me sleeping
But really I just sleep a lot
Get back with a ton of ideas
Cuz when I close my eyes
The deaths are blowing my ears
That's the whistle of the void
All my life I made choices
And if I do this today it's because of the waves
Waves make the noise
Started rap and pressing Keys at 19
The idea was to get my ID
Out here
And mainly talk about me
Dearly I address this to whoever trying to hear me
That's on the Milky Way and dry milk
That I failed to taste at sixteen
I was bitch*ng
And if I took the stairs of RICA
Apartment then I would prolly
Talk about the grams in my summary
Sold in summer please
On the block had a ghetto c*ck
Back in twelve I don't have a glock
Steel fist and a Casio watch
Casually I might float on grass
Casually I get out of class
All of 'em all of 'em
I passed
All the thugs know we die fast
All the pain that I digest
School for me was a ghost test
School for you was an acting class
Usually I would lay my head down flat
Just to get some rest
Thunder comes , my feet's are steady where the knife runs
( The homies watching but they don't do none )
I always thought I'm lonely on this one
Choice in my
Head are like a
Sub's traction reaction
Some in the mist of
That got you think of Martin or Malcolm
If I don't trip that's the street for me
If I do trip that's the rap for me
If I do trip that's the street for me
If I do trip that's the rap for me
If I don't trip that's the street for me
If I do trip that's the rap for me
If I don't trip that's the street for me
If I do trip that's the rap for me
F*ck the lies before f*ckin the club up
Party and drugs gon get you killed
Real quick
Whipping the bluff of
Been In the street
Switching tricking down
Or split
Walk I walk by
Light my smoke I
You get some good time
That's why you stop by
Got my mind right
'Fore I do time left
Trying to join a gang at fourteen
World has left me to see
Things I never could be
Air I never could breathe
And that's okay
Drilling through walls through small surfaces
Shaking the fall draw so delicious
Never been a prisoner
Forget about the bracelets
Facing behind and beyond the mental charge of my own place
Beat the fraud I'm with the odds
And fight all kind of child rapist
My rhythm and power got your
(Did a few things a lot of them I'm proud of )
Head in powder
Seeing y'all brave people
And I'm asking why
What's what's what's what's
Wassup with y'all
Wassup with y'all
Wassup with y'all
I was abandoned like Joseph
And I got tortured like job
Not an employee
Man God invented this story
Vaunted off cuz my flesh and my Body
Counted up every second in the Sky
Breathe the air vent it off you gon Survive
If God's not busy he gon reply