Childish Major - The Gift lyrics

[Intro:] Turn me up in the headphones Alright, Let's do it Unh [Verse 1:] Another day, another dollar But these 4am wake up's Be enough to make me holler Since I thought that sh** was lame A n***a dropped up out of college When I was growing up They all thought I'd be a scholar The problem was That never excited me I was better with writing these Lyrical tirades That was clever & righteous See they, severed & frightened these So called rappers That lacked the type of pa**ion That O-dogg practiced As society's menace With his no talk-action Type of mentality which captured me To go all at it Making my peace with Zay Rather be this so called Matik Taking this leap of faith I think I got this pole vault mastered Straight forward with it Understand I won't fall backwards Nah, not the slightest You n***as can't stop the fighting And that's real mane Who the hell you think you is Mills Lane? Weathered the storm cause I will reign Trill [Hook:] Let me borrow your ears This ain't nothing like twitter But you should follow the kid There is no need existing Just having sorrow for years Just take hold of the present And know tomorrow's a gift Alright Let me borrow your ears This ain't nothing like twitter But you should follow the kid There is no need existing Just having sorrow for years Just take hold of the present And know tomorrows a gift [Verse 2:] You see i'm high off life But the sh** just got me tripping Plus I smoke a little reefer But I guess that's not to mention Just a young Michael Jordan Outchea tryna stop the Pistons But tell me who's the best Without a Scottie Pippen Developed the proper vision Despite of them doctor visits He don't see it how I see it He's saying my optics isn't Up to par, i'm a star my n***a I got to glisten So i don't hear that bull I try to stay optimistic These n***as'll k** your dreams They saying they not realistic But you can't hear ya heart If you don't stop and you listen I ain't bussing down birds & I ain't copping no pigeons I ain't risking my freedom To hit the block and to get it They selling rocks for these tickets These n***as be trapping, selling & servin' But Matik hell with them verses When rapping it's well deserving Cause life is pa**ing like Ervin Magic, my n***a They say he's young black & gifted I'm just Matik, my n***a Trill