#introspective rap

My city turning up

It’s getting hot as fuck

He In minnesota with wolves

Counting bucks

You better run it up

That shit you had was not enough

Unemployment helped them boys they was lucking up

I got it too and flipped it

Cashed out on the newest truck

It’s war going on boy you better duck 

We on some 03 shit

Knucking if you buck

2020 it was and it’s staying stuck

My bro sick in the head

You gon if he shake his dreads

I’m smoother than the smoothest kappa and i never pledge

How you my enemy but you never made me bled

I was in his territory and the nigga fled

We ride with so much ice they think the whipping sleds

Sleep on me i got polo horses on my bed

My life the shit

I’m eating breakfast while I’m getting head

Heard it’s a bounty on him na the nigga playing dead

Rock ice till we numb up

Girl you with the gang turn up

Gotta party till the sun up

All i want is you

Tryna put you on game

You was used to the lames 

Ya life will never be the same all i want you 

You wanna see my neighborhood it ain’t safe there

It’s rule to the game

But they don’t play fair

Grimey niggas heard they shooting up day cares

In broad day man i swear dem boys don’t Care

These days you gotta come Huey in the chair

Get violent if people wanna take it there

I rather hit miami chill in the Telly pool

We got the bnb tell me if you coming thru

Imma put some liquor to the side tell me what you like

If you sippin on dark or you thinking

White

It’s getting too dark maybe you should spend a night

You think one night

Or could we make it for life

Real niggas rare

Like my pair of nike airs

You really wanna take it there

Baby we take it there

Live life no care

Wind blow in ya hair

On point gotta stare

All i want is you

It’s the middle of the summer

It’s the middle of the summer

We showing off our winter grind

It’s the middle of the summer

Still it’s on money on my mind

It’s the middle of the summer

Stay out the way or keep a iron 

It’s the middle of the summer

War zone and hella crime

It’s the middle of the summer

Exotic trips

Expensive shoes

It’s the middle

Of the summer

Stay out the way don’t make the news

It’s the middle of the summer

They turning red our faces blue

It’s the middle of the summer

If I Die.

Everyday I pray I can stay In a frame of mind that’s ok But through these times, even my rhymes can’t persuade The locomotion of my mental engine Evade these evil thoughts that the devil sending Bending doesn’t help! Telepathic battles between me & I… Who should win? Conflicts ensue , onebody gets subdued  Then the other is consumed But see it’s a repeated problem ‘cause Paul can’t lose He always comes thru to your rescue To your rest to rescue you If our Minds intertwine like we’re werking with one spine combined But in all actuality I find, brothers discoverin’ that they don’t have whut it takes to make it… So making fakery is a means to an end But then they talk thoughts But I’m thinking…  That through all the vocal movie screenplays that they should be sinking But miraculously that float to the top Which pushes me to the EJ drinking I ask why can’t it stop? Originally in the beginning the originators began a train of thinking deep within they souls believing that they can! The heart of this art forms the deepest gash when it’s created just for cash but all this seems to leave my mind amidst hip hop blends in throughout me like a twist I work hard so does it make any sense to spend money that shouldn’t be spent on equipment to help gain entry into a industry that has become truly senseless?

If I die right now Please, please don’t grieve Just read all the words I leave I tried to do all that I could With all that I had If I left you behind don’t be mad It was my time, and everyone has to have it To my children, visualize your dreams and grab it Never let go, Never get stuck Do whut ya must, but 1st… Never Give Up!

If I do die doing deeds Really, for all my family my heart truly bleeds As this muscle pumps, emotional slumps transform into HI-hats, Snares, Kicks & Bass Maybe after I’m gone down in the dirrrty they’ll get crunk to keep up with this pace! This rap race is run by rat’s and snakes Constantly I ask people,,, Do I have whut it takes? I have to have confidence. But it makes, makers of hits make schitt, that get schitted on Man, leaving them in last place So speak strong but humble Even thru situations that fell through and it wasn’t me who fumbled It wasn’t me is not going to be the excuse all the time  Or I have to watch all my dreams crumble one after another in a line SO FUCK IT, I’M COMING TO GET MINE ! Or at least I tried… ‘cuz anythang can happen before I finish this next line ‘cuz I could be the next in line to rhyme or next in line to climb the back gate to heaven with all my brethren which would be fine ‘cuz thru my little babies I would shine…

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