Poetry

This that poetry Rapping to the older me You gon' be a great man You the prophecy You believe in you They believe you You believe in them That’s what I’m pose to do We were stuck in puddle We couldn't mash the brakes We had to keep pedal Friday nights man You always use to settle F*ck goin out I rather make some beats And rolling up some weed That's the only thing I need That's the only thing you believe Isolation might increase And you notice all these things But you numb to the feats So you rather roll some tree And smoke another splee' Everyday is everyday When you notice all the truths When you really know your roots And these people killing you You don't know what to do Tryna' get ya moms crib Sun shining through the roof F*ck these other n****s I'd die for my beat machine Chopping beats until my ears bleed from the frequencies Sometimes I keep a gun Sometimes I keep a bad bitch on me But always keep the soul And some stanzas filled with poetry I say yes to my destiny like I’m Floetry And keep my n****s with me They the future they gon' float with me A.I when I step in the booth MJ ain’t holding me Young heaven be a singer And these n****s still can’t flow with me It’s tough