Every sense of the word

I’m an artist in all forms, I know that shit make you mad,
You can peep through my window, see the weight that I drag.
See the nights I ain’t sleeping, see the moves that I make,
While you watching from the sidewalk, I’m the one raising stakes.

Jack of all trades, really mastered the craft,
If you think it, I can ink it, put your life on the map.
Quarterback in the daytime, calling shots in the field,
Snap in my court, all are welcome if it’s real.

I hear the talk from the bleachers, yeah you swear you can ball,
Till it’s pressure on the play and you don’t answer the call.
Risking it all ain’t a slogan, it’s a debt I still owe,
Every sc ar got a price, every win came slow


I been angry, I been fed up, I been wired on survival,
Cold nights; , but still hot feel like I’m standing on fire 
I don’t wanna change, I don’e. 
Net wanna make it lighter,
I been living with these demons, 
That’s how I became this writer

Come look through my window if you think this was luck,
I paid for this pain, every win cost blood.
I ain’t calm, I ain’t healed, I ain’t done with the fight,
I’m just tired of explaining how I earned this life.


Been to prison, own a business yeah that contrast loud,
From a number to a name, had to stand my ground.
I been this way since day one, I don’t wanna be saved,
I don’t pray for a new me, I just sharpen the blade.

I broke it, I made it, yeah I really created,
Stress, drama, women rotating, time wasted.
Really getting faded just to quiet the noise,
Had to lose myself to learn how to build my voice.

Shout to those who waited, who believed when it cracked,
Saw the mess, saw the lives, still had faith in the path.
When my life was wrecked, still you gave me respect,
I owe you forever, yeah that’s permanent debt.

Truth is you the reason I started to rap,
I had to speak it to life, had to make it a fact.
Ain’t hear no laughing, they knew I wasn’t gassin’,
I always knew I could be famous turns out I can have it.




Stop asking permission, if you want it then take it,
Closed mouths get skipped, dreams die if you waitin’.
Everything I touch turn gold, that’s pressure, not pride,
Making merch by the dozen, can’t keep shelves alive.

Can’t even grab a hoodie just to warm up my chest,
Freezing cold in the streets but my fire won’t rest.
I’m exhausted, still wired, success come with hatred,
Ain’t no sleep for the driven, just scars that get plated.

I ain’t even been with nobody, focus tunnel-vision,
While you selling fake moves that nobody’s missin’.
You claiming a crown but your hands ain’t steady,
They say the weight heavy you ain’t ready, you ain’t ready

Bills overdue, pressure piling, still I’m standing upright,
If I lose it all tomorrow, I’ll rebuild it tonight.
This ain’t rage for the image, this my life when I write,
I ain’t asking for peace  I just learned how to fight.


Give your opinion and find out what you worth 
They bout to hate they gonna be trippin 
Talking how I’m the worst 
That I’ve been fuckin up swear winnings a c

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