This is a song about "My br"

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Grab my knife and my gun

But girl you got me open

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,

We lookin' for something like navigation

This is my original, my validation