Personal Pack

Smoking on that Personal Pack with this one 4 joints for me to burn through Staying high, awareness high Next level on the rise I'm rolling up with Haze Felix Tapping in Floating, smoking on some OG With my Rollie, clutching Incognegro on the people, lemme show em something Different side from which I tell and not withholding nothing Dealing out my truths, the music shuffled Listen Started with my pen and didn't know which way was write Started scribbling so willingly to get it tight Started listening and taking notes for good advice Loss some friends within but rather that than lose a life Cause niggas moving trife, killing off good hearted young Father's Day is past, it ain't too many raising sons Shout to all the ones that learned enough to beat the stat It's time we learn up from those lessons instead of falling back Hope this resonate and hit instead of miss you, Black Them RIPs, ghetto symphonies the issue, Black Chopping trees, concentrate and breathe to feel the pack Let the vapors break the clouds for all my dogs to match Ship another kite, another batch They love the hype shit, I love to rap Gunning laps with every running track, I piece together Jumped the hurdles, watch me beat the pressure 2nd guessing only 1 of me? You losing desperate, flunking out I'm moving lectures you can never see Hard to Come to Grips with energy, I'm living free Scaling heights that you can never reach Pearling flights that you can never breathe Don't bother wanting Floating, smoking on some OG With my homie, bumping So incognegro on the people, I ain't trusting nothing Consider this a humble glimpse; it's little bout me public Dealing out my truths, the music shuffled Listen Floating, smoking on some OG With my homie, bumping So incognegro on the people, I ain't trusting nothing Consider this a humble glimpse; it's little bout me public Dealing out my truths, the music shuffled Listen I'm puffing luxury so comfortably, they'd love to piece They love to baggage claim, they love to carry-on, they love patrolling streets Instead of live their truth like you and me I peep defunction off the crooked feet and odd approach Hammer tucked, I ride with God alone I'm sending up another rhyme for thought Another grave for me cite upon Another way to see a bright tomorrow From getting by before was living hard I Thank you, Father