Zero Hour

Yeah, I started noticing all of a sudden

Both hoes and cold shoulders coming, but man you got to love it

Jotting notes with bottles hopes, I'm plotting overtime

Got the same cold soul, guess the heater broke

I used to cope with hoes, but now they got to go

I'm focused on a goal and nothing more

I'm sick of folding clothes while I'm staring at some posters on my wall of Drake, Jermaine Cole, and Kendrick Lamar

I'm up late writing rhymes that come straight from the heart

With hopes that my face is the next taped on that wall

Cus, if you don't cook then you probably got' starve

I beat the odds cus the flow too hard

I hope to God the whole facade

Approach and watch and has to cope with thoughts

I'm dope, they not

I know they having trouble trying to let it go and so would I

But they better let it soak, I'll be here for some time

I never sweat no enemies, flow be four degrees

Guaranteed colder, weather you agree?

Whole score sheet gorgeous, feel like old Kareem

I mean, your dreams ain't in store no more, they sold to me

That's what you get for tempting me, screw your whole regime

As for the stolen lyrics, make sure that you're quoting me

The pen and me mix perfectly when I'm holding grief

So inside of all these lines you'll find some broken dreams

Or some manifested things I claimed I would achieve

But, years prior, I'm a genie in some fly attire

You could of been part of the ride, but now you just desire

You ain't getting no Christmas gift, bitch you ain't Mariah

You ain't getting nothing from me, not a single flower

No, this not a trip of power, this way more than that

This the Zero Hour, so no more holding back

This the Zero Hour, so no more holding back

Sarmento