Lately I'm rhyming with writer's block

I wanna an A as a grade on my bars but I feel I've been turning in C's

I wanna grip on a pen write a quote that's so hot like the thermostat stuck at 400 degrees

My penmanship fluctuates

Sometimes I'm feeling poetic I open the notes on my phone

To write down a line or a word

So I don't forget it I open it later don't know what it means

Sometimes I'm a hater I know

But a lot is for me

My ego is poking its head out

Imma start packing and get out, I'm headed to Joshua tree

To beat it death while I trip on the mountains and trees

If you know what I mean

Venture inside of the mind of an artist who's writin on writer's block

Time doesn't fly if you throw the clock

And people don't cry if you don't applaud

And all of your talents and gifts disappear like you never got visits from Santa Claus

I used to hate manifestation I didn't believe that it worked

But lately the tide has been turning my life gettin larger like you gotta size up your shirt

I live in a home with a queen can't believe that I made here all cus I know how to flirt

My younger self looking back at me and sees me so happy I know that he going berzerk

Go do it lil man

Go do it lil man

Yea

All of my life I've been waiting to feel what the feeling of being alive really mean

The block from before with my writing gets thinner the more that I open my mind to my dreams

I know that sound corny and kinda pathetic but I swear to god that shit does it for me

Thinking of times where I did something wrong got in trouble it made feel cross like a T

The words getting out how I carry the game in a bag like it's tea

Way back in the day when the brand was supreme

I was so clueless if I only a time machine worked

I'd go back to him and I'd tell him to work

To shut the fuck up and focus on you and not try to be cool kid after school

Boy you was a f-

Yea

Geezy

Writing all day

I'm getting tested

Nothing can faze

Are you interested?

Answer is yes and

Now I am walking the walk like pedestrian

Ain't no protesting

J Cru the the illest we spitting it different

We been out here trying mirror the image

Give it a crop, drop top

Black bars make it cinematic

Driving automatic and we got our Maddies in the back seat

Interior padded like maxi

People are hearing our new tracks, while we zoom pass

On our dune buggies

Everybody in the room buggin'

All these G's, want VIP

Forget it there's not enough room buddy

I grew up on nothing but Kid Cudi,

And it so funny

Cuz since then

I'm pursuing love and

Happiness and it's doing something

We doing numbers but screw the budget

Ain't overstaying, I'm overcoming

And I keep it a hundred, I been above it

Now it's my turn

Fuck the climax

Dis a slow burn

I'ma climb up

Fuck the rope burn

Wrote this whole verse, pretty high dawg

With the lights off and some AirPods

In the notes app trying play god

Trying get bread, it's a bake off

He's a big boy

And he came from

Having big dreams

You can bet he

Had to chase em'

All of my life I've been waiting to feel what the feeling of being alive really mean

The block from before with my writing gets thinner the more that I open my mind to my dreams

I know that sound corny and kinda pathetic but I swear to god that shit does it for me

Thinking of times where I did something wrong got in trouble it made feel cross like a T

The words getting out how I carry the game in a bag like it's tea

Way back in the day when the brand was supreme

I was so clueless if I only a time machine worked

I'd go back to him and I'd tell him to work

To shut the fuck up and focus on you and not try to be cool kid after school

Boy you was a f-