Lyrics
No concept
Don't stress
I'm blessed
Alright
Dream ticking knew I was the bomb
Heavy words like a bold font
Either bars or giving songs
Either way still and dope and um
On the way to bigger better things
See em hating they don't even blink
Eyes peeled for my next scheme
Rain or shine still do my thing
I'll skill I don't need a reference
Feel my presence anytime I enter
Bag a beat put it in a zipper
Think you hot
But I think not
Any means get it how you live
Won't be another starving artist
If I got it never being modest
Know they hate it when you keep it honest
Clean white T and a gold chain
Life's playing foul And 1 again
Gotta itchy palm
Money on my brain
Maya Angelou
Of the rap game
Pipe dreams always on the line
Never looking for a co-sign
Poe and rich seen both sides
Both times yea that's a dope line
Old school with it call me KG
Shooting 3 pointers with my eyes closed
Muscle memory in some ripped jeans
Never rocking like some ice cream tho
Fight for your rights like Malcolm X bro
Air Jordan four my favorite retros
I ain't finna kill em, they just gotta know
Do the right thing, I suppose
Fresh bathing ape tee looking so clean
Air Jordan's on face looking mean
You ain't got these quick strike release
Don't compare me to any MC, facts
Don't need to say a word I just let my aura speak, facts
If you hating please relax
Metallic Purple soul glistening
Go-getter never wishing it
I quit the streets to make an art piece
Til I found peace that was heaven sent
Eternal bliss ain't it evident that the street life so irrelevant
I cut off old friends they was in the way
Glad I quit school had no time to play