Letras
Fuck the validation I just top the stats (top the stats)
All the shit I've seen I let my mind adapt (mind adapt)
Screw the complications I just toast to that (toast to that)
Niggas stick around until that empty glass (empty uh)
Ignoring conversations they extracting facts (fuck those lads)
I drive to greatness till we short on gas (short on gas)
Till we short on gas (prrr)
I drive to greatness till we short on gas
Peak through patio blinds I prolyl spot a few (weary blue)
It could be real or silly shit my mind produced (my mind produced}
I say what's in my heart I let my feelings loose (yah)
I make a song to match the devils awkward groove [ less go, one more time)
I make a jam to match the devils awkward groove (lets go)
(nah the hate means nothing to me I've seen what you people cheer for)
The worlds a different view when I'm locked and cooped in the booth
A simple heavy statement that's only mutual for few
Words of complex essence the source that my tongue produced
Currently in pursuit of a goal
The type of goal that made my childhood niggas turn into foes
That's how it goes I should've know through all the confidence
Buried by empty promises quickly accompanied by a choke
Those silly moments played and taught me niggas got layers
Now I only sin for ones that's putting my name in their prayers
I'm aptitude and I pulled off being a goat on a dare (owe a soul)
We do this on our own so we don't owe a soul [owe a soul)
Niggas with my pain is who I do it for (owe a soul)
I come home with a blister just to give em hope (give em hope)
It's not bout what you see it's about whats in the dome ( in the dome)
The beauty that stampedes inside a dying rose (dying rose)
Secrets of the game I'm carving on a stone
I might have slightly bent but I shall never fold (nah)
I shall never fold
Independent progress a choice not many consent
Coz niggas signing shit that commits them to puppet strings
I represent my block the entire hood on my shoulders
I don't I'd competition it's better of I don't know em