Young dude moving from the basement to the attic, To these beats I’m an addict, I’m spitting magic I got a bad bitch pulled her out the hat like cat out the bag trick, Yea I’m tryna get mad rich, Yea ok quick I’m feeling like the flow hot, robot, mechanical way I post the most shots, you got blocked, yo stock dropped, yo fools got caught, y’all want beef here’s the broth, I been running through the flames, this shit insane, spitting fire shit propane, flow hypnotic, crack cocaine, And shit hasn’t been the same, Since I, passed the edges of my brain, I can say that all has changed, save for the window pane, And this pain within my soul, Body going through withdrawals, I feel I gotta bet it all, But what if the cards fall, In ways I can’t call, Falter fail and stall, Fuck it man ima ball, I’m just a young dude spitting fire through the cold, I’m crossing the bridge fuck the troll’s toll, I gotta roll, wade in deep waters but I stand tall, If you ain’t with me then just let me go, Roaming the land I’m looking for gold, Searching for solace the silence is bold, But silence can be golden so fuck what is spoke, If I ain’t say it then I’m going for broke, No joke I’m aiming for they head, Its funny how you don’t get yo roses till you dead, On the tablet I lay thoughts the ink is what I’ve bled, Why cast the first stone when instead can break bread, I spit lead, when all’s said, a young dude looking to the future when the light’s shed, The fight led, the night fled, like a bull he only sees red, to the pen he has wed, At least give him his cred, He just tryna spit his life’s story, A lot has changed since he set his sights on glory, And as he, falls deep he aims to soar free, He ain’t wishing but thinking through rhymes on a beat, Therapy for the soul, Reaping the fruits of his toil, Sow the seeds in the soil, I’m just tryna mend this broken soul, And if it bears fruit, then let me speak truth What’s broken can yet become whole, credits released December 13, 2023
