Potential...
Ya'll gon see, yeah uh
The glory and fame is not what I resemble
If a nigga want beef ya'll pull up and assemble
Just like old times, playing Nintendo
And changing the tempo
Main focus is being eventful
I pop no seal, I'm sober at will
I know how it feel, if i'm keeping it real
The feeling of ill, its back to that pill
Or smoking some kill, stuck in the ville
While in the corrections I see, the president elections
But I'm steadily fenced in, or you'll see redemption
I had my selections but I do not question the path I resemblance
I did have defendants they nothing to me
I realize the greed and the pain my mind sees
What I think about? Shorty in the room make me flaking out
Clouds raining clout, grab a couple bags before it's tamed to drought
We all deemed to pout, and seemed to shout, you gotta choose your route
Legion on this beat