counting my blessing

im slowly advancing with each and every rhymes

im giving my all using every bit of my energy this time

deepen my circle like im trying to enlarge my fan base

rapper come in my dm analyze then rate

im stuck in the world against me but i do not plan to escape

still after the currency earn a couple grand to feel great

on the surface some may come off as real but are still fake

who is the best emcee we can still take part of this real debate

wheels of fortune the tire are screacthing needed still inflate

part of the house of hip hop looking for some real estate

got my own place and room i dont chill with a mate

looking at the hater laughing with a chill face

hop in a ride wishing i could stack a mill then skate

get your feet wet flip flopping like im slowly walking into a lake

mediocricty is not in my behaviour i choose to be great

certain rappers have no clue how to use the mic and operate

crime scene surrounded with duck tape and lots of jake

stand up guy never been a slave and let others boss me around

silence my head from intrusive thoughts not making a sound

off the plantation people give me my flower had to take it from the ground

but on the regular though i stay in my crib relaxing im home bound

working on raps everyday i had to come up and make my own sound

cut off all my fake friends im good on my own now

even in the summer dude pushing white like a snow plow

going up constitenly but im doing whatever i can to hold it down

enter a rap cypher and circle of emcees and flow around

my mind is my weapon i dont not needt to tote a pound

on the mountain of sucesss i fellf off a couple time and roll around

I choose to be myself while other sell their soul over a trey pound

been doing this for years this aint a come back some of yall are late now

theres a thing line between love and hate im trying to clear the space down

in my head im never really there its like im constantly space bound

just finish off all the alcohol there aint a thing to chase it down