[Hook]:
I'm trynna give my life a transition
Imma gain and achieve what others are wishin'
[Verse 1]:
I've felt depression in my soul
Questioning my role
Am I destined or was I just thinking reckless with my goal
Should I put in more effort with this emphasis to blow
This ain't the Exorcist but yet the kid's possessive with the flow
So tell your chick that she could check the measurement below
I'll shoot a bullet at your neck to watch it exit through your throat
Aggressive and he's known not to mess with when he's zoned
Poppin' X's till he's stoned
Coppin' Benzes when he on
In a world that's been overrun with ignorance
It's hard for anyone to hold their innocence
A couple reefer hits to get me feeling limitless
It makes it easier to spill these sentences
I plan to smoke until, till my throat is overfilled
Know some folks that grow some k**
Got my goals to blow some mills
Spending nights on this damn mission
Living right with this ambition
Grip this mic with a planned vision
I'm just tryna give my life a transition
[Hook]:
Pa**ing through this lobby
This pa**ion moves inside me
Rappin' dude but they ain't have the gratitude to sign me
Attitude is grimy, stash a tool beside me
I laugh at you for trying to prove you're acting rude and mighty
Sticking through this mission, to get theses dudes to listen
The kid's the truth because he spits as sick as superstitions
Living through ambition, Imma get this new position
The quickest moves as if the kid had tricks to fool magicians
Lock and load the chamber
Stop to hold my anger
Rock and roll's my nature
Watch me stop to pose for papers
Heart is cold as glaciers
Got the hottest flow in ages
On the road to Vegas
With my partna's smoking vapors
I'll grip a pen till empty
b**hes tend to tempt me
I'm distancing a friend the second that I sense some envy
Jealous, he's pretending
I'm his dude that he's defending
My life is like a movie
You have yet to see the ending
[Hook]:
Verses gettin' realer
My purpose gettin' clearer
They hate on most but never judge the person in the mirror
Burning on some k**er that I've purchased off my dealer
Working for this scrilla
Tryna earn me up a villa
Words be packin' punches
These birds will pa** a**umptions
Murder tracks destruction
While you nerds will lack production
These girls will pa** seduction
Once they heard him at the function
World is pa**ed corruption
Headed towards a ma** eruption
So here's an open letter
Fears and hopes and pleasures
These years of feeling hopeless taught me how to cope with pressure
I'll clear the coldest weather
Put in tears to soak a sweater
Feeling focused, now the kid is here to blow this chedder
I rap to make a livin'
Tracks will pay commission
Grab an eighth so I can blaze then pa** the flame like Pippen
You ba*tards claim you spittin'
But your tracks are train collisions
You should plan to make revisions
Or make a motherf**in' transition
[Hook]: