Letras
Some wanna fake it and take whatever they offer em,
I wanna make it but I ain't doing no altering,
Too many duplicates,
They extra copies them,
I'm too original,
Don't really follow trends,
Living here in the now,
Niggas stuck in the wind,
I just wanna be out,
cnd they crowding me in,
You either got it,
Or hand it off to starter,
possess a mindset of Harlem
cnd shake it off if you drop a lick,
cnd double dutch like you pushing it to the limit, quick,
I served the Summer,
But now I'm on to December shit,
It's plenty phonies who hope to obtain a membership,
But we are too established to mingle with with you apprentices,
They studying my sentences,
Likes verses in the churches,
Wouldn't say it was worship,
Nothing is picture perfect,
This is some elixir for this watered down spritzer,
Called the rap game,
Cuz I don't really know these new niggas,
I ain't fucking with these labels following trends,
To make a lil money,
But it's funny cuz they swallow your ends,
Mama told me never follow ya friends,
You lead the way for yourself,
cnd do your best,
Because it's hard when you men,
Especially black,
cnd that ain't hit me til I turned 20,
On my nigga couch,
Selling anything to get some money,
I was in n out,
Turning to an animal for fries,
Never giving out,
Self preserving,
helping to provide,
c different perspective
Come and get a view from my side,
Cuz really it's hectic,
Struggle just to move in a line,
It might get crooked,
wrong turn,
They shoo you aside
You do or you die,
Living the way I do,
It's a lot
It's like hearing gets selective,
Like they didn't know My objective was to,
Bring it back to perspective,
started a new collective
We produce organic records,
In the box is how they check for us,
We locked in like Jamaican lime,
I'd dread to be ahead of us