A Lotta Heat

I intend to eat fruits of the labor Of my prowess Knew the dream since I was younger Than alfalfa Grew a team now I’m Surrounded by true howlers Winners with true talent Wind that could bruise mountains Every drop is just a Drip from out the fountain
 If money talks must be Bills where my mouth is Kinda shocking like I Lived in an outlet But I’m just be outstanding an odditty Reserved with a lot to say a True dichotomy and Smooth when I gotta be and Tend to procrastinate Can move with a lotta speed And I’m tryna own property so I can make money out my Home base properly like how I ride the beat? I’m Georgia raised so my Pen gotta lotta peach That mean it’s kinda sweet I just be tryna be They tryna swipe my peace That feel like piracy Flows in this Pocket and I’m tryna eat Lifted by am Bition but it’s not a seat A pair of wings Taking me to higher peaks Penning flows for years So I’m used to a lotta heat Trying not to burn the Candle on both ends but These days always find my Self in the zone sometimes I Live in my dome like an additional homestead I reminisice I played the Trumpet in old bands Lotta years where I was Written in programs It’s been a minute but I’m Cool with the progress Like I live in the field A lotta things to yield But I ain’t made of steel Diving in the Music is my way to deal Hiding from some feels I prolly need to feel I Got some wounds I’m tryna heal thats kinda bleeding Still