Everyone wants it all, no matter what it is, we living in a world of gimmie gimmie,from material to friends, we gotta look at the substance underneath the surface of things, when you look closer you'll find out things are more shallow then you think,and you actually getting less, still people want forever more
What is it that we grabbing at unnatural habitat, more we acquire still desire feeling unattached, New and improved batch we fill it full of pride, More masters at rolling L’s but couldn’t show you how to tie a tie. I don’t lie and these feelings hardly switchin. It’s more Bad Boy artists that had bad breaks than didn’t, Consumers hardly listen and get caught in the rinse, We Share the gems thru pens, they absorb 10 percent. We locked in a cage. It’s more people that say they hustle then moves that’s being made. Still I grade on a curve, it’s more money put into cars with pennies in the reserves, Street thugs
Actors and actresses, I came up real used to hit semis on top of pissy mattresses, Lens intense. It’s more rappers that got bars than got business sense. So for better I press. Seems more means less. More façade less respect. It’s more purpose in life than tangible things possessed. Forever more…
I sit back chill and each day adapt. I know my enemies and they distinguished from those who got my back. Smarter worker no time for slack. The facts is more dudes in the trap than square footage inside the trap. Somebody lying, street cred inflated tales. Living on chips and Chinese try fish and kale. Cool breeze of fresh air. It’s more dudes who run in fear than the silent OG’s with conviction
Behind the stare. Shout to 12 Finger Dan I dig the sample and snare. If the bread Is a go ahead ya city i’ll appear. Street dudes deal in reality. Just a victim and casualty, the lunacy they lynched by legality. More in kangaroo court, than processed by formality. Route with clear vision forward. Do ya time, stay focused, upon release march onward Forever More…
Music’s a sign of the time, some say it calms the savage beast, when it’s conceived by divine, Only cerebral minds click, I bring the diagnostic and hold them B-boy’s hostage, Thinking man’s game, more stifle and complain than put action into frame. Consistent when I visit, Album past the limit, Speech technique hear it, void of all gimmick. Goons now swiftest with the numbers running business shrewd, corrupt money like Cube, making money bags protrude, You ain’t gotta be a wizard to invest in a business, If ya freedom’s taken homie make sure it’s nothing senseless, It’s more rappers than fans, way more water than land, More thoughts than brain cells so make the mind expand, Cautious when you step, exercise biceps, simplistic
I guess, cause giving more means less. Forever more…
What is it that we grabbing at unnatural habitat, more we acquire still desire feeling unattached, New and improved batch we fill it full of pride, More masters at rolling L’s but couldn’t show you how to tie a tie. I don’t lie and these feelings hardly switchin. It’s more Bad Boy artists that had bad breaks than didn’t, Consumers hardly listen and get caught in the rinse, We Share the gems thru pens, they absorb 10 percent. We locked in a cage. It’s more people that say they hustle then moves that’s being made. Still I grade on a curve, it’s more money put into cars with pennies in the reserves, Street thugs
Actors and actresses, I came up real used to hit semis on top of pissy mattresses, Lens intense. It’s more rappers that got bars than got business sense. So for better I press. Seems more means less. More façade less respect. It’s more purpose in life than tangible things possessed. Forever more…
I sit back chill and each day adapt. I know my enemies and they distinguished from those who got my back. Smarter worker no time for slack. The facts is more dudes in the trap than square footage inside the trap. Somebody lying, street cred inflated tales. Living on chips and Chinese try fish and kale. Cool breeze of fresh air. It’s more dudes who run in fear than the silent OG’s with conviction
Behind the stare. Shout to 12 Finger Dan I dig the sample and snare. If the bread Is a go ahead ya city i’ll appear. Street dudes deal in reality. Just a victim and casualty, the lunacy they lynched by legality. More in kangaroo court, than processed by formality. Route with clear vision forward. Do ya time, stay focused, upon release march onward Forever More…
Music’s a sign of the time, some say it calms the savage beast, when it’s conceived by divine, Only cerebral minds click, I bring the diagnostic and hold them B-boy’s hostage, Thinking man’s game, more stifle and complain than put action into frame. Consistent when I visit, Album past the limit, Speech technique hear it, void of all gimmick. Goons now swiftest with the numbers running business shrewd, corrupt money like Cube, making money bags protrude, You ain’t gotta be a wizard to invest in a business, If ya freedom’s taken homie make sure it’s nothing senseless, It’s more rappers than fans, way more water than land, More thoughts than brain cells so make the mind expand, Cautious when you step, exercise biceps, simplistic
I guess, cause giving more means less. Forever more…
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