let me live

im searching for a emotional support to get me through

if you got any tip or suggestion send them through

the hidden gem has been unlcoked

had to come here to put my music on spot

entertain my mind get my dome rock

any spot and area i got them on lock

drunk drowsy off the patrone shot

I know the fans are excited once my song drop

grow my skills like crop on some farmer shit

consider myself young and getting on some lil wayne carter shit

dedication and hard work is a part of it

wounded by the game beyond reparir it left scars n shit

pressure on my mind from decisions its hard to risk

buying knowledge like its credit swipe the card and slip

flow so dumb im going retard in this shit

everybody talking about the foundation but im the one who started this

this life can throw obstacles in front of you it easy to fall and slip

life is movie everybody is trying to be part of the scrip

my main goal is to hit the chart and gritts

trying school everyone with some flawless tip

but its not like paying off the chauffeur

to the benz u roll around to get hot when it gets colder

slacking off on ur grind it may lead to you getting broker

at war in my head everyday i consider myself a soldier

i see my life flash in motion its getting slower

cut back from intoxication i think better when im sober

the way i envision my destiny is how i always seen myself as i get older

hop in this rap game with delivery to work on I step it up as a flower

baggy jeans crease up to the knees

with the swag that got girls saying can i hit it please

take over the rap scene i did with it ease

living in the house of hip hop u cam visit and lease

bullshitting i use gimmick to tease

saying fuck the critics and read

what im putting down no need to pick it up

im feeling pac every bar i spit is designed to hit em up

stash money like dishes in the sink no need to rinse it up

preserve my skills at all cost no need to give it up

my vision keeps on evolving like old civilzation back in the day

my heart turned cold even when the summer season started around may

trying to look cute for the girls roaming and wandering around the way

enter the rap game but my intention isnt to come in and play

lyrical weaponry get to busting and dumping like a tray

i aint gonna lie my mind is blocked running of the things to say

but im keep going hard and preserve the momentum

every rhymes hit like a belt whip or a drum

im the shit my toilet is clogged up u gotta use a plumb

hated by many respected by some

enter the rap marathon when its time to run

dont jump the gun like its double dutch

lyrical weaponry inject off with the double clutch

stacking chips enlarge the ruffles up

player blooded take any girl and cuddle up

told the homie hurting on the block get ur hustle up

flex word like your arms work ur muscles up

mental masterbation a pleasure to think

rapper cant see me or let alone blink