Letras
Getting back to the roots,
True colors shown subtracted a few,
Won't have em saying dawg what happened to you,
I used to think about this rapping in school,
They used to say I had theatrical views,
But now I'm acting a fool,
Its funny niggas don't fuck witchu,
But keep up with you,
The type of shit I'll never comprehend,
Then again,
I see the few who pretend
The shit they rap about & do through a lens
So understand,
If it's not consistent,
I'm distant,
In an instant,
Pray for my persistence,
cnd when we go the distance,
I won't disregard the ways I was raised
My days as an infant,
The flips I made,
Was nothing but ricochet to a gymnast,
Balance my life in a single file,
If I Elevate,
No surprise the comfort is heavy of being featherweight,
Only overachieve what they estimate,
Way too much drive,
Man I promise I'll never catch a brake
Bitch you can find me inside or side to side with the cake,
Oh so now know me,
Cuz so & so from around the way,
Had spoke on me with jokes in a hope to poke at my outer frame,
But they don't see the picture,
It's Polaroid to em,
Gotta shake,
My nigga I was posed to do it Big,
Look where I been,
What I become,
Look how it is,
cnd where I'm from,
cnd what I did,
It ain't been done,
The continuation of love or Real sound has only begun,
It's one