Young Fre$co - Wills Lyrics

I'm a starving artist, articulate these thoughts, get the momentum pumping
Mitigate these losses, had to get in the wind
Chants coming from the top rope like I'm Rob Van Dam
They hate to see you grow and let your mind excel
Best thing to quit afflictions, that ain't good for the health
In the ring with guilty pleasures, trying to squander them down
Just know that I'm a conquer at the ring of the bell
Early birds get the worm, can't be a kin to the snail
If it ain't about the love or money, what we talking about
Just a nigga from the hood, trying to chalk up a route
I might be gone till November
Memories made in the coldest winters
Heart so cold, I can't fold for the image
Trying to heal my soul in a world so vicious
Swaying these hoes, but every dog has his limits
Remaining to the goal, but get distracted rather quickly
I been, still defying odds
The chosen one sips from a glass, so refreshing
Sun gleaming from the skies, I craft my wings so I can catch it
So I can feel so free
Little ol' me playing all these songs on repeat
Only time I feel alive is when I'm taking leaps
Manifesting peace, dream on a side with the make believe
Everything I speak, damn near come alive, I built it piece by piece
F*ck worrying bout the despisers, wasting time I gotta do for me
Aside the insecurities that reside to get me high
The first step is to fully release
I give them the fullest of me
I am the thunder, and the ism from the drum of the beat
I'm like no other, or anybody they pretend to be
That's on my mama, writing scrolls and inscriptions
Vivid descriptions of how I use my hunger
Just a starving artist
I'm east side forever, no matter where I'm departing
Wheels turning, never let up
I felt them punches, but got back up
It's so much beauty through these bruises
What ain't kill me, I slowly turned to my muses
I'm just hoping for the better
Hoping for a better, wheels turning, trying to bless up
Never let them catch us, put the pedal to the metal
Never can I let up, this for all my niggas in the ghetto
Keep the wheels turning
Keep your wheels turning
Keep your wheels turning
I'm just hoping for the better
Hoping for a better, wheels turning, trying to bless up
Never let them catch us, put the pedal to the metal
Never can I let up, this for all my niggas in the ghetto
I'm hoping that they bless us
Keep the wheels turning
Keep your wheels turning
Put the pedal to the metal
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
This is for my niggas in the ghetto
In the ghetto