P.O.A.

Despite what you once thought to be a solid foundation of trust and understanding You gotta be ready to handle you can't confide and believe That everybody's got your best interest And that's just facts Keep your integrity on 100 times over Continue to strive for perfection even when nobody's wit you, especially Shit These recent talks I had with cuz about us showing up And blowing up the clubs before this Covid struck But what's a journey without several bumps What's an earning when you paying back on debts you fucked A major setback with a minor come up Rely your ends on odds with high results, you can't afford to take a loss So at the very least, let's hope a nigga breaking even Compete with demons only gonna break your pockets when they peep your weakness Poker face is on 100 every 24, nobody knows which way to take me So they leave me Be to my circumference where my comfort lies Cause what surrounds me is a bunch of lies that real ones never intertwine or entertain Can't run a game when I'm the Gm playing I'm calling shots with run on lines to starting 5s This 4 the times to beat the clock, a 3 the shot 2 Seconds left, the 1 that's next is setting up to build his legacy A thoroughbred to see, so there's no time for rest Stretching out my will til nothing's left Evading stress that I ain't meant to pick up You gotta play it sharp and catch who slipping To that extent to bring the point, not fully sure But he got my attention. He told me, Cousin, listen Supposed the ones you backing really at you About face, reeking havoc Real distractions be the ones around you They find amusement in you losing, you the main attraction But never falter off the shit that try to knock your balance He got the AR sittin in the trunk with laser scope To bring the smoke when times is phoning For opponents to get handled with at straight precision Feel me I ain't no killer, but be damned if I insist on leaving out the crib without a tool Just how them crackers is I swear He's quite my senior with a ill demeanor His game, I peeped it from the starting line to jot this sequence Attention truly needed Now, here's the: Point of Art For countless pieces I dig critique that understands a nigga tryna be shit You go for years to catch you something, lose the fight you running You compromise yourself; I never preach it My stock is clearly rising Let's infiltrate and monetize, and build a staircase to enlightened rises It's your fault you never thought you see it Your vision's off and faith was lost before I even had the chance to start So now you can't believe it That Teddy Pen you in-to fit you decent Suppressed the sheep beneath the wolf's exterior But you a terrier, inferior to pace along my pedigree Who's next to eat They blessing me, and Ima feast to bring my momma peace A pair of keys into a better life Forever right before I even think to break the bank Supposed the ones you backing really at you About face, reeking havoc Real distractions be the ones around you They find amusement in you losing, you the main attraction But never falter off the shit that try to knock your balance 100, 000 Saved and 20 spent to double it Repeat the trip and get it right Because our people dying From the first smack and cry Best believe, it's kinda hard to never question why But it's up to God Just manifest your timing next in line Diviner intervention every time We living in a contaminated rapture Dismantled and staggered Distance established, still we masked up Food is scarce and jobs is slim If you ain't essential, how we chew to live But we hustled off a dismal year And paining through another Let's hope this one's more clear