State of mind

Been keeping my bars close Like prison guards Till they rise through concrete Of prison yards Turning grey to green For the next hundred yards I'm going to do it, no buts no Kim K You could parlay All day or throw the flag Because a battle with me is more suicide No soul could tame me I'm wild bred Niggas chasing degrees Don't know they child lead I'll be sitting in foreign seas With double C's While your debt stacks up and oversees All decisions you make Tryna become a G You better pay up fucker Society wants their G's Guess you hot now The safe route gave you a layup I'll take my shot like I'm Larry bird In the final third Because I'm a young black kid That's just trying to get heard And I could never miss One eye got no heartbeat And my seat Is hotter than the Earth's core Dreams fly higher than broomstick with Dumbledore Somebody tell the church To count Gods there's one more And I'm not coming for praises I want war Nine fucking Grammys won't cut it Nigga I want more I'm going to break down doors Until the encore No sleep ain't tryna meet it's relative Nose deep I'm far gone That's relative You going to need to link flights to reach me Pain into profit My lyrics become my currency Pain into prophet My lyrics become my prophecy