Yeah

Yo

Tryna find my purpose in these rhymes and keep it simple

Countless times I've been scrutinized by many different people

Every time I count my blessings, it's followed by something evil

I've been dancin' with the devil for years, he never let go

They left me out to dry so they could camp out my success

But when **** was distressed, they was playin' Winnebago

So when they go

"Hey just checkin' how'd your day go?"

I tell em go to hell, I'm too busy countin' pesos

One day I'm tryna go band for band with Jeffrey Bezos

I don't date hoes

I tried to build a bitch, she wasn't shit

So I replaced those

Listen close when I tell you that you shouldn't chase hoes

Too many **** goin' broke and neglectin' bankroll

But certain shit's just unfortunate, that's how the game go

Never sold my soul, thinkin' I'ma never grow old

I ain't the richest, but my rhymes are wealthy

Styles pretty hefty outweighing any pot of gold

Times changing, rearranging, dealin' with the lost souls

Seekin' past engagement with the passive statements holdin' on

Friendships turn to hinderships and pressure piles on

Gotta disregard the feelin' cause it's time to move on

Times changing, rearranging, dealin' with the lost souls

Seekin' past engagement with the passive statements holdin' on

Friendships turn to hinderships and pressure piles on

Gotta disregard the feelin' cause it's time to move on

Attackin' me, through people I cared for pretty often

When I'm laid up in a coffin, starin' next to Philip Hoffman

Plenty faces will be scoffin' like a presidential office

Callin' for another war when this the only bomb droppin

My subconscious always talkin, it's makin' me feel exhausted

Constant hauntin' of the traumas, makin' all my thoughts darker

Every mirror shows a prophet in the posture of the fallen

Still walkin' down the road of turmoil and broken promises

Smiles fake as politics, dreams turn to hostages

I'm shakin' when I pray like gang members with the hollow grips

Words fly like hollow tips, rippin' every hypocrite

Cause every single bar I spit hits heavy like a crucifix

Makin' moves, takin' risks, I'm Frito-Lay, stackin' chips

A kid who came from chains and whips was told he had too fair a of skin with claims of a prerogative

I'm never one of them unless they benefited positive, I'm tryin' to put a stop to it damn

Times changing, rearranging, dealin' with the lost souls

Seekin' past engagement with the passive statements holdin' on

Friendships turn to hinderships and pressure piles on

Gotta disregard the feelin' cause it's time to move on

Times changing, rearranging, dealin' with the lost souls

Seekin' past engagement with the passive statements holdin' on

Friendships turn to hinderships and pressure piles on

Gotta disregard the feelin' cause it's time to move on