I like the pitch that I just did.
It's better.
Yeah.
I,
yeah,
I find more comfort looking through my baby
pictures.
Back to a time where I didn't know all these niggas.
Got no respect,
I just went so cold on these niggas.
I can't believe I just wrote a song for these niggas.
But they can't get a verse.
I'm in need of a hearse.
My final talk is looking scared.
He should go to a church.
The only time he gets the bag is for his mommy's purse.
These
niggas pressed,
now they tweet him back cause I tweeted first.
I didn't deal with the thickest
of thieves.
Now he knows he got nothing on me.
But I still stand here for what I believe.
I'm steady chilling.
I know I'm probably living they dreams.
Convils with mom, it sort of
feels like I'm close to my dreams.
Sitting around some billionaires,
watch them live
in the dream.
Text from my idol,
my life is truly great as it seems.
Industry niggas should
have really just chased the degree.
I'm at the pinnacle.
Now tell me who's topping the
kid.
Everything in God's hands.
Whose timing is this?
Who's rhyming like this?
Bro, nobody
stylish like his.
I'm clapping my *,
can't have nothing fake in my pics.
I changed the
game.
I'm a catalyst.
That's cause I read they bad intentions like a manuscript.
And
I just call low about another mix.
The next morning I'll be in the church singing hymns.
It's funny how they think I'm rich.
The industry don't pay out much if you ain't sucking dick.
There you have it dawg, I don't play pretend.
Y'all niggas rather die in cypher acts and relevance.