Ya, ya
Ya, Neef
Oh ya, ohhhh yaaaa (Haha)If you don′t like me then move on, if you like me then stay tuned
Shit I feel (I feel, I feel)
Nigga I feel (I feel, I feel)
I feel
I feel like a groundhog
My come up overshadowed by my shadow
It out values my value
You only care bout what's behind me
But my past don′t define me
My perspective, more progressive
Less pathetic, more impressive
Less mirrored, more reflective, ugh
Ya I rather be lost in my thoughts than be lost with some thots
That's how u tell us apart
It's the difference the fuel to your ignorance
Wanna be star and I′m aiming more than Michelin′s
Passed the feet of my god
Past defeats on rinse and repeat
I gave up on everything, pessimistic routine
And I shattered most my chances, now I'm tryna re-piece
I felt right in between, the likes of fail and succeed
I was trapped through an intermission
But now a nigga left for his inner mission
So I might consider, yo
Fight the system with my nicest scriptures
I can see in 2020 it′s my brightest vision, damn
A new year and I could still get lynched
So ima still March on and take hold of my shit
Keep on hawking hope my message prints
And pray my generation don't brush me off when they see this hit stick
Damn, I gotta a lotta regrets
Should′ve never dropped the ball when I doubted myself
Should've never been so distant with my closest of friends
Should′ve prolly told this woman I was fucking obsessed, damn
Even with all that shit said
If it came to face to face I prolly couldn't confess
So I hide behind the words that are linked to my pen
Even though I know my actions speak louder instead
Damn, it appears that I've disappeared from my peers
Ain′t been facing my own fears or been tracing my own tears
But I′m once in a blue moon like I drank a singular beer
Rewriting my story in my upcoming years (yessir)
Nigga I wear my life with pride
Aside with the saddest shit this
Barely a dash of my craftsmanship
The immaculate rhetoric alchemist
Made to outclass these tatted Fruity Pebble packages, that rappers been
Ima mother fuckin modern rhapsodist
Soon to be culinary graduate
I'm back up in the booth cuz this roster is inadequate
Not a fucking saint, I′m just tryna be a paladin
Almost 21, but I been on that savage shit (Haha)
And if you wonder bout my likes for cheffing
Not just cooking on a beat but my life profession
I'm talking culinary dietetics and my objective
Addressing this epidemic of black diabetics
Plus hypertension no medics, but always psychedelics
Not to mention obesity started climbing ratings
Over access to excess of processed is highly frustrating
Since most of these issues is diet related (Talk yo shit man)
But as a black man tryna make his name in this cruel day of age
Seems the only fucking way is if you
Running routes, catching outs, fades, and post corners
Or be out running routes, catching fades, posted on the corner
Only move up the chain if you scoring but
In both instances your life is much shortened
CTE PTSD, shit what′s more important
Either sense, shit don't change in post mortem
Cuz when them dogs press you shit gets hot and
Out of pocket niggas got you scrambling passing the rock
So now you, dishing it off, hope your partner can get passed a few blocks
Home free until his shit gets glocked
One shot to the head now his heart done stopped
2 minute drill not enough time on the clock
Everybody watching in awe as they rushing him off
Bring in the back up and the cycle restarts, damn
And the cycle restarts, damn
C′mon man, and the cycle restarts
Its a whole fucking cycle man
But enjoy that Super Bowl though (Haha)
Neef
I feel like a groundhog
I'm society's outlaw
I wear my heart out large
As y′all praying on my downfall
But ima still reign
Just maybe not today
T.D.O on the way
