Adapt

Yea they got hits, but they don't got talent I'm back on my shit, just how I planned it I ran it, I'm tired, my engine on high and I feel the exhaust Never have problems with being a boss Invest in my self, I'm taking my shots Across all of the avenues, never a pause Maybe a loss for now, but later I'll get the applause Collecting the check, connecting the dots Expecting projected directions of Gaining acceptance, Reflecting on how I done made it on top, holding my spot Forward the movement, I never back peddle Or meddle with people who not taking chances or playing their odds Even if they raise their hands, I'm going all in and taking the pot Yea, I only compete against the me of the past My old shit much harder than all of your raps My new shit embarrasses all of your trash Your best shit can't go against my weakest draft On a new wave and I only make slaps I listen to ignorant shit to relax Lately been bumping valee, Baby voice carti and nonchalant 6lack Music is changing I gotta adapt Shorten the songs gotta cut out the gap All I hear now is Microwave rap Reheating the same shit, sounding like crap People be talking, I gotta go laugh They don't know what I got tucked in the stash Hundreds of songs, each better than last Floating on beats, I been weaving my raft Gotta make em all second guess, put the pressure to their chest Make their heart beat fast, when you catching them at rest Focus hard, never miss, Working sharp, cutting stress They work hard, on the fence, I work hard, using sense I trust in myself and I'm picking a side Putting one foot where the other resides I'm not doing splits, not on top of the line I'm going one way, if I'm wrong, then its fine People be acting like they can't be wrong People just do what they hear in a song I got all my values I try to hold on It gets kinda hard when exposed to it all Calling my kinfolk I gotta stay rooted And grounded, where all of my truth can be counted I can't leave behind fall and ruin the fountain of youth that my fam had established Never no malice in habits that radiate all through the atlas Its hard to go demolish everything practiced Once its ingrained in your blood Shit, nothing can be done about it Figure it out, baby steps and you climb Life is a shotclock, make it in time Hours are limited, I got no limits I just go and propel myself to the sky Once I touch down, there's no running back Turning the corners not raising the flag I'm in my zone, I'm all in my bag Never will fumble, that shit in the past Embracing the downs, keep moving closer And towards a goal, shooter the scorer I'm not playing soccer, but kicking it forward If I'm looking back, I'm living in torture Continue the marathon shits never over RIP Nipsey, we follow your orders So much pain we keep inside of our borders Let it all out, don't try to control it