Late June

I've been Leaning Reclining, relaxing Still dreaming Day dreaming Night thinkin I stay scheming I don't think the same I been readin I'm on a whole nother plane I been thinkin About the future a little I graduated to avoid making Sausage McGriddles I'm on another level I'm on another level I got some thangs on my brain lately Gotta get off Too many thangs going on that I gotta Make stop Feel the grasp of the people That was never for me Probably can sense that I'm Bout to take off That's the way of the world It's just me and my girl If these rap cats never prove Honest or thorough A lil lonely but I got it Protect your health Man I'm good, in the hood My goal is stack up wealth Cuz they buying up fifth street Building up shops and restaurants That get shocked if I walked inside Same block you hear shots Another homicide The shooter a senior From my alma mater So I must ask why This ish happens Tell myself this why I can't quit rapping Gotta find a way to speak to my fellow black men And It's not even all is us Maybe just a fraction Started with three fifths Went got pent up passion Anger in our hearts Unsure how to express it Using trap songs to channel All our depression It's ninety five degrees outside The city acting up Now that it's warm outside Got people actin tough And 12 patrolled every night To try and lock us up Last thing that I'm tryna do Is get myself caught up I tryna find another job Something with more meaning Sick of taking trash out And toilet bowl cleaning It's my twenty second year On this earth almost exactly Gotta get my ish together For life pass me OGs tell me ain't no timeline to this thing Thats why they call me the CZAR Ain't no need in rushin king Just trust the process And grow and progress Don't stress Just know that you're blessed Some folks they smoke cess And some stay in bottles Some chase the Some play the lotto Most turn to they vices I just can't follow The same patterns I seen When it comes to my life tho I got a girl I'm tryna make my wife bro Plus the way the music look Shoot, it might blow If this is known as the last rap i wrote Just know, this the last summer I'm gon be broke I've been Leaning Reclining, relaxing Still dreaming Day dreaming Night thinkin I stay scheming I don't think the same I been readin I'm on a whole nother plane I been thinkin About the future a little I graduated to avoid making Sausage McGriddles I'm on another level I'm on another level