Blasphemy

There he go Wantin' all the smoke He don't ever choke As I float I go coast to coast Build where I thrive most Lettin' the rhythm unfold It unravel thru yo soul I got that heat on the low Cuz preservation what I learned We was always just a dollar away from the curb In the J where the rate of making it out Relies on amount of time put into slavin' a warehouse Workin' for 12 hours never see the light of day Might as well send them paychecks straight to the grave I ain't sour bout it but it's gotta be some other ways I don't use many apps for navigating my place I rather stick to the chase I'm focused so I'm unfazed While other niggas play games I'm building my character The kid ran home like I was a Mariner Life threw curbs I was never scared of them Truth is I was the nigga that dared to win They got 3 strikes there ain't no comparison Shootin' for the throne hopin' it extends the range but do not got what it takes ain't Enough heir in it Don't usually boast but after you takin' notes from following me a King, you'll get yo Inheritance No obscene obsession for the bling I just been investing in my team Lately we been tryna keep the peace but Burning in me is catastrophe If it's fake to me it cannot reach I don't give in to no fantasies That's why shorties gettin' mad at me? Panic, I write sins not tragedies Cuz actually This shit Exactly what I planned be I knew I was the man when inspiration became fans of me No stan This shit Got so much audacity The haters sayin', "Oh my God!" They callin' out Blasphemy got damn This shit Exactly what I planned be I knew I was the man when inspiration became fans of me No stan This shit Got so much audacity The haters sayin', "Oh my God!" They callin' out Blasphemy got damn If I make a bar cold you can't scan My lines be so priceless I could've been ballin' the way I pull up with the pack man They selling that mid, 9 times out of 10, that shit'll end up in the trash can The price might be love but don't come to me with that racket I practiced my backhand Nah ain't nothin sweet there ain't no room for sugar coating that's when all of the fun dip I don't need us to get ratchet like gunsmiths Niggas be on that to clear out the function, huh Just to be part of discussions, huh We rather create a wave like a sun chip, Nowadays there is too much corruption Repercussions make a dream disappear Like Houdini the magic is in my hands When I reach from the stage right into the stands, In Chicago with rappers that need a chance Some got 3 on they head that don't even cap But rockin' .23's Jordan got they backs We was always some outcasts that wish we had more than 3 stacks Now they say "oh we know you got that stank on ya" So we keep it fresh and so clean on these raps I'm equipped for this pull out the tools, and get to business cuz I won't lose Was a quiet but confident dude till a bird with the word came to me but he ended up Cocky too Now I just cock and shoot Aim for morality I'd stay up if it wasn't for gravity Ain't no nigga teach me what type of man to be I'm just living on edge like a balcony I do it naturally This shit Exactly what I planned be I knew I was the man when inspiration became fans of me No stan This shit Got so much audacity The haters saying, "Oh my God!" They callin' out Blasphemy got damn This shit Exactly what I planned be I knew I was the man when inspiration became fans of me No stan This shit Got so much audacity The haters sayin', "Oh my God!"