Creative Sound

They can't keep a real one down, get high like the sky, I don't touch the ground Didn't make sense but I get it now, real artists don't follow, we make a sound Fill up this wood I think better not sober, Strategic it like chess I move smart I got older not for a rookie war made me a vet, no ceilings for me I ain't hit my peak yet No ceilings for me I ain't hit my peak yet, which one do you value more fear or respect to me they both equal, so I'm respect the fact that they fear me to death Step on they neck, bosses don't get less, call a lil freak who gon' do it the best money that thing that we all tryna get, niggas they lie about motion they not in the mix I'm gifted I got it I'm really convinced, yeah all of these diamonds they light up this bitch My lil bro hot headed he be with the shits, tell him slow down money coming quick Haters don't win what these niggas don't get, cause that bitch bad don't mean she legit no secret it's safe they be running they lips, I'm starting to like you the more you admit Telling too much I start thinking finesse, mind racing chasing the check Counting that bag in me high as a drug, you got the knowledge then you your own plug Business get better I cut out the love, how you do me dirty we came from the mud Let go my ex now she hold a grudge, tats on my body and vents out undone Smoke in the air you can feel when it's up, unc call say E gone almost crashed the truck Then the next week we lost fields, pain from the streets never gon' heal one thing you taught me that less is more, price done went up even though I pay lower Don't do no kissing she put her mouth lower, shorty got baggage ain't know who for going Yeah we be blowing, telling me info I'm already knowing, not like a rapper I feel like a poet Your words not matching the actions you showing, I'm a rockstar so my bitch can't be boring If she got ass now tell her to throw it, right out her panties don't know how she wore it Saying my lingo got her pussy pouring, gotta keep it going They can't keep a real one down, get high like the sky I don't touch the ground Didn't make sense but I get it now, real artists don't follow we make a sound Fill up is what I think better not sober, strategic like chess I move smart I got older no longer a Rookie war made me a vet, no ceilings for me I ain't hit my peak