Back in it
Shit still spitting
Anybody can do it but y'all niggas just be wishing
No action plus no passion
Think about it why else would vision keep crashing
Feeling great rather good
Cause I ain't on yet so I'm still up in the hood
Thinking bout my trials and tribulations rolling woods
And I don't compare niggas let me make that understood
A little nigga with a whole lot of heart
I'm making figures and doing it with my art
So if you a rut just know you ain't play your part
They say curses in their verses been doing it from the start
That shits disgusting
But what can I say I grew up loving
Every single song and I was humming
Their verses while sleeping now I spit it back without stumbling
Shit, but it's my time now
Passion into purpose nigga got me moving the crowd
Complete the mission and bounce
Then we headed to da spot where we smoke up an oz
Lol
I'm still flowing, felling like I'm rolling
I'm in a creative space hopping non of this shit gets stolen
Next is owning while defeating my opponent
Never mashing in the breaks steady speeding but I'm controlling
It's kinda crazy how I spit without slowing
Short but I'm growing
Listen to the words that are spoken (nigga)
What you holding, hide it 'fore its broken
Feeling like I'm only chosen to spit these words that are potent