Schedule

Man I been dreaming too much I reach for the clouds I don't know how shit be seeming so rough But I'm A Diiiia mond in it I be griiiinding in it deep in the cut I ain't patiently waiting I'm just spitting I dead it so I get the credit I'm banking on this to get the cream Fehead a cheenie you know I would wish would be Struggle exist no longer Why don't we be better parents to all of our daughters Show em that a man doesn't have to be the author of her story She would never have to worry about wasting her time Or how about we educate the people for the free Give them what they need What they want Put freedom of speech to the real test And bring society up to speed we could all succeed But what's free There are not a lot like us willing to trust our gut for others to become They lock us up and box us up no option But to wait til our clock is up less we punch out early Bitch it's like 7:30 I'm getting our half of the plate I won't 8 til 9 Come save a space for our fine sons before1time run and grab a hold of that gun I gotta tell ya I been under too much pressure But I'll never settle for whatever I'm on my way to something better Cuz being broke ain't in my schedule I got that flame yeah they see me They be asking who that (Who that) L dot C be the muthafuckin' mane with the heat but you already knew that This is my passion I been always hitting the flow with action balling with baskets I'm scoring up They always think I'm playing games it's like no hoe I'm just warming up My curriculum is so pivotal to reach pinnacles is a minimum So much change I can't stay the same even with constant pain you get a little numb But I won't live a low life status Tragic habits Waiting for some magic to happen So I be grabbing the pen and spend the whole night practicing I'm proving the knowledge of a scholar Young black Latin They dread it but I stay ahead of it I be rocking the curls I be in my element I'm relevant Don't underestimate my melanin I do it all I'm tryna advance class just on prerequisite I study the greats for the race Justin Timberlake I ain't tryna lose my way From the J to the lake then from state to state I'ma grind hard to make my place in this bitch A hits or no hits I'm going all in I'm coming For the best I'ma top it I'm destined for that money I'ma prophet and you think you can stop it? I gotta tell ya I been under too much pressure But I'll never settle for whatever I'm on my way to something better Cuz being broke ain't in my schedule My apologies for the second verse I be tryna put these haters in a hearse I got a specific agenda for suckas that don't believe in me first After all this rhyming they don't know my worth What's worse is it the spreading of the negative energy Or is that none of you niggas could be a friend to me Sucks for you cuz yo whole crew is banging my Tunes but you choose to turn around And be the enemy Don't bother me cuz I won't stop Til I got the coldest whip in the parking lot Thinking I'm some asshole double parked but within the top 3 I'm taking over the first 2 spots I murk these bots I can no longer stand around and watch the world crumble in my eyes All these people out here tellin lies Computing every move to despise the rise of another wise visionary of this time I'ma unwind on these muthafuckas Presidents stay getting us all in trouble So every day I wake up get the pencil poppin step to mic Make sure my people get heard no mumble They don't care about us I'm out for the dead ones to represent they call it being in debt I call it money well spent Giving back not no chains on my neck they wanna go after our lives you ain't listening I gotta tell ya I been under too much pressure But I'll never settle for whatever I'm on my way to something better Cuz being broke ain't in my schedule