For that paper, i'mma grind
I find it hard to find
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,
That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye
You’re trying to find a time to reply,
Now how do i find the buster that i have to hit
No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
I am trapped in a world that i dont want be in and i find that there's no
I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,
Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait
To increase my ends
Trying to find some friends
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