The Writing Process

Rough Drafts Volume 1 But turn ya volume up Yessir Check, check, check, check, check dawg Let's go Picking the pen up, prewriting Let's expand horizons Pointing out prizes provided while planning heists' The process kinda frightening But excitement is heightening The writing's ripening Inviting a vision that's enlightening Lighting and rain, brainstorming in my brain I'm igniting a flame, tunnel vision, cropped you out of the frame Crops, wheats, and grains, bread is what I aim for Unless you in the way, but it ain't about the change It's bout the change Y'all have no sense or cents How that make sense Since I was a jit, been a sinner good with sentences Never said much, I was hoping I could give you this To listen when you feeling like you less Anxious and stressed Nervous to present to the class But don't want my name called last Tryna get it over with and pass At the lab late, perfecting my craft Like who's up? Check the stats Let me do some research and suit up So we can start the draft Yeah (It's stages to the writing, plotting outlining, drafting revising) Let's start this shit (Trust the process and the timing, trust the process, aye) See we just getting started man (Trust the process, trust the process, trust the process) Yessir Drafting stages, torn pages from aggravation Masked faces, let it fly like bats in cages Loaded bases, loaded ammo, it's a home invasion Homes raided Spraying raid on you piss ants that's hating Closing cases cause my vision was premeditated Yeah I killed the track But the tracks were not investigated Separated myself from suspects they speculated Especially lucky they ain't see the blood speckles on my laces Never plead, they don't wanna speak on me being next They beating around the edge of the hedge Fucking the world on the edge of the bed Left em for dead Got life on its death bed Blood clots, ink blots from a red pen So blessed, the devil told me that I'm heaven sent I'm a parasite, y'all my host, David Letterman Sending letters in, I'm a G, no F's to give Open letters to my every sin On the way is Spoken Letters Eating and still fed up Drafts I entered I can't put the pen up Time to revise, you guys know better Y'all know better (It's stages to the writing, plotting, outlining, drafting, revising) Spoken Letters on the way (Trust the process and the timing, trust the process, aye) Don't speak on it though I got one more, one more, one more (Trust the process, trust the process, trust the process) Let's get to revising, uh huh Uh, revising the paper Blood, sweat and tears on the table You don't want smoke or the vapor Your brain ain't wired right Let me fix your cable Tape recorders, like barbers I'll give your ass a taper Fades and all Play, no pause NASA called and said I'm taking off Taking off the roof of this No ceilings or limits Above the cloud, cumulus I'll be a star, so luminous I'm so ruthless Drooling and spitting, I'm toothless Or ludicrous Making hits like I'm Ludacris, Brown Beating the world in the ground Fucked the world, watch the ultrasound I'm often crowned Also lost and found Me and my dogs the hounds, word Making all our rounds around the doggy pound Separate ourselves from the Lil Uzi verbs I'm not talking nouns, now These are the chronicles Driven roads and rendezvoused Anything is possible Written flows that's optimal I got a lot to prove Shot my shots for the draft too I promise the project gon' heal all your wounds See you soon