12/31

Good god almighty ain't nun to be so taken lightly They thought the mans was out the fighting Tried to force a narrative in writing Caught the parasites in line to take a swing with hidden knives b And yet they wonder why he goes in hiding Steady overworked with building blueprints in the side scenes Barely any bread tossed my way, no one supplying Next you know they wanna slight me cuz I scream The only thing they gettin for free is left on read, bite me Ain't no puppet master on me who controls the life, see They off the mark to make that claim if I can put it nicely Anybody crumble down if the thunderstorm hits But I been struck so many times I could ride the lightning It's the timing Every year flashback to them obstacles I done climbed from Been in some adventures that weaker niggas would die from So giving free attention to slander that be online? None (You are the master of your universe) Found a pace with the shit, think I'm slow in a funk? Cuz I ain't trend chasin, rubbin elbows and some junk Push my goals to the front, by kissing ass till they know me enough? Yeah buddy, your priorities fucked This rap shit gets old so I jump Folks turn into some opps every month because they circle is bunk Niggas dig they own grave if they focused enough Same ending, niggas askin for the smoke til it bust But here I am in a corner tryna cope with the slump In case I don't one up myself when the going gets tough Duck