Troubled youth

Stuck in the booth with the crew call us troubled youth (Stuck in the, stuck in the)

Stuck in the booth with the crew call us troubled youth (Stuck in the, stuck in the)

I want it all, I ain’t waiting on no call, Fuck it ima get involved, Heard em saying I’m saying ima lost cause cuz my lyrics ain’t right and my image is off, something is wrong this shit is taking too long, Put it all into a song, If they feel it or they don’t it don’t matter to me just as long as I’m making enough so my family could eat When it’s dark out “What’s your reason to be hard now”Well it’s probably cuz Im tired of the B S if you got a problem with it then you probably should’ve listened when I’m spitting every lyric with my heart out, I don’t really like the outside

Cuz I stay up north but my fams from the south side, I don’t rep no gang life, Shaka’s out for the hang life, T Y G to the K O E were we don’t play no D Cuz we’re up by 3 and stay moving we don’t ever sleep, We just trust the process and keep the progress going till we reach the summit, If you’re hating it’s whatever to me, If you’re playing better get to doing, what you gotta do, I’m just trying to live a full life, Beach side swimming full stride, Never swimming in the pool like, Fuck the chlorine, I need sun tho, Rain or shine Broski’s the poncho, Smoking on the loud homie gg chapo, Got em in a Trance Emann’s Picasso, Who you got tho? Venting on a track cuz I breath the suns smoke and exhale heat eating beats for fun tho while Singing these Tals cuz I speak secondo, it really ain’t hard if you think for once tho, you think for once bro (Some people ask me how I do this shit and I just tell em) Well…thats going off, flicking that switch put the beat in the sauce, speak with a cause let it seep in the bars make em sleep with the fish while i eat with the pars, bitch i’m in charge, i got the wheel so I’m changing the course, ain’t no support but the movement is ours, ive been in tuned with my spirituals, blocking out all the residuals, limitless blessings my guy, no loses just lessons my guy, straight chillin no flexin my guy, they talkin but I don’t know why, ive been inside for a minute that quarantine got me diminshed but now that im out play the game put it all on the line like a scrimmage no cappin just killin shit, im done with this rap im just feelin shit, a lot on my mind its the realest shit, Original flow no comparison,Can’t copy my style like synonyms, I combat these mortals then finish em, Cooking up heat in the kitchen, Don’t need em to listen, I beat with the rhythm and rhymes,

Lead with a vision this lethal injection is new you should get with the times, Set in my ways (Don’t fuck with that fake shit), This isn’t a phase (I’m destined for greatness)

Off my sabbatical mindset is radical so every punchline is tactical, I’m just a cannibal lector like Hannibal eating these wannabes when I’m

Stuck in the booth with the crew call us troubled youth (Stuck in the, stuck in the)