Kulture, man!

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Now I can deal with pressure

But it's really been a lot

Stuck between I'm feeling drained and I'm giving all I got

It was tinted in my dream, seeing visions of the top

Dropping music to the sun, all I'm doin is throwing rocks

Type of time it's getting hard

Make you wanna change the plot

I been climbing over fences

I been picking all the locks

I'm the 1 get to the lines, but I never had to flop

Fourth quarter, 20 seconds, I'm the one who take the shot

I was undecided all that I could come with is a blot

Had to hone my skills for years I sat in school and I would jot

This my 9th year rappin, but I'm only 21

We played 32 with all 2s ain't no 21

I been this since we was at the Y hooping

Pure petrified movement

That's whenever I'd lose

Ruining suicides too

You can't get in my shoes

We was at the drive thru

Tried to rob it slide thru

Ian trusting not you

I seen angels go return to God, too many times too

Keep it cordial, fine, cool

But I got healing I should do

You don't feel what I be thinking

Hard to get beside you

Feel like 0 in New England hit a step aside move

You ain't for me what's the rationale?

I'm goin lost and found

Prove it if you want me round

I kick it safe and sound

I just need a lil love

Not a lot of frowns

Ten Louisiana rub, I might slide for Chubby's grub

Keep it real I'm showing love

Too much trauma ion member how the summer was

Roll another just because

I been twirling up my hair but I been building up a buzz

Curl the iron til it's fire warm but you ain't hearing fuzz

This shit was not thriller

Realer than a hospital

Shock hit me

When the plot got thickened

I'm the one they herald cuz I made it like it's hot chicken

Know too many souls who having talent but they boxed in it

This shit disaster who gon save us know it's not FEMA

Know it's not 12…

I know it's not teachers

Who gon come for us it prolly be the grim reaper

In the city asking God to keep his palm near us

Now I can deal with pressure

But it's really been a lot

Stuck between I'm feeling drained and I'm giving all I got

It was tinted in my dreams seeing visions of the top

Dropping music to the sun all I'm doin is throwing rocks

Type of time it's getting hard

Make you wanna change the plot

I been climbing over fences

I been picking all the locks

I'm the 1 get to the lines, but I never had to flop

Fourth quarter, 20 seconds, I'm the one who take the shot