Copacetic

Feeling like fighting so Keep me a lighter close I don't smoke but I get high To fight the lows A lot of people ask what I be writing for I say cuz I'm the best but they don't like it though Tryna put an S on my chest and a cape on When I'm in the booth you know I be making Hit after hit like a porno set God worked for 6 days so I can't ever rest I Hustle on the street like my bank closed Tryna get some fashion online like ASOS The way you pout your lips thought you was looking for besos The way I'm counting money you would think I'm tryna be Besos I can't go Innocent ignorant Different yet pencil in Feelings that limiting Internet simpletons Killing and sinning and Thinking that I won't fall Listen to the bars like the word of Jah My Karma NU but feel old Least a couple of thanks To my past and my goals Need a couple of banks If I got Dollar whenever told That all I did was mistakes I'd remind I'm on a role Grade A with the stakes This YR mine cuz I claim it, cleaned up I'm feeling stainless Locked in when I be aiming, I sleep like I'm in Vegas Clout no I ain't chasing, on track I'm feeling weightless A dynasty in the making, in front of me is greatness And that's, copasetic, chill, my aesthetic Ice burg Slim, but I write so poetic Water still my beverage, always ahead of average An overthinker so my views high you see It's my vantage Point I stay on, hand me chips wit some cheese Missed more when I'm gone, ain't many different like me I'm cold wid it I'm froze, get on a track and ski Usually catch me wit goats, I'm around what I be I often think about the envious approaches Of those that render my silence as hopeless I barely need to speak my moves themselves carry impact I'm like your favorite wrestler when it comes to that She wanna know my pin like a 3 count when I swipe Likely the price of any purchase can make someone enticed I'm not the type to tell everyone everything that I like Rather let you fill in the blanks and let you know if you're right I write my literature with lit temperature that's hall of fame worth My contribution already deserve a hanged jersey Before mobile phones broken homes that broke bones That should've just been flesh wounds Clipse and the Neptunes Was poppin back then Running away from home wasn't an option back then Where the f*ck ima go? Trapped between the burbs and the ghetto Trapped between survival on a tightrope My mama made me special