M-17

I'm needing a dough cos I need it to grow I'm seeking a people that speak and that show I need health, I need wealth and I need you to know I can't reach for the sky with the People that stop me to go Look at this life that we lead, can I grow Without planting a seed I'm only a man, I have needs at the gym, I'm on speed but when I'm home I'm out on my force fly like an M17 Fly like an M17, I'm blind I don't see what You mean I'm in my own mode cos I'm far from the mean My health is so grim but my outfit is clean That's just everyday life in a world full of screens I'm blind but I still hear the screams and I see behind scenes No one is crushing my dreams, I've got more Than it seems Out in the night looking up at the moon and The stars I've got visions of songs in the charts I'm shooting for Mars, these boys are abusing the bars I've got a case coming up and it's questioning what I should do on my cards I'm playing with ruthless dogs while keeping these thoughts on a leash I'm unleashing the beautiful bars I've got too many thoughts to declare I'm forced to despair If you sit and you stare it will surely be there I spit dangerous air Seriously this shit that I breathe must be laced with the truth I spit flames in a booth, I sound great in a booth I've got 86 booze drinking 86 booze I'm the voice of the youth It's no choice to bop heads when I'm voicing this move I make noise from my tooth State of the pace that I'm making this place I've got lyrics with pace I ace treasure with spades I leave the mic a disgrace I can't smile without a mic on the case You come tight like the shoe and the lace I come prepped with a speck of iOS 48 They got me on tape, looking to stay But I glisten on this tape, don't make no mistake Don't f*ck with the beef but you stake I've got stakes in the sticks and I stick It Don't wait and I carry the weight Don't see no cunt chipping in when my back starts to ache Well ain't that great Shit's so fire it's alarming Shit's so deadly you would think that it's harming Have you ever had everyone sitting in a room just umming and ahhing Two in a queue move smooth like carling This track is a slapper You would think that it's sparring Deal with the whirlwind by singing an error Are my lungs all sparking A bag in the garage when the anger's starting Why do we think by the start not the ending I used to break all the rules I've matured so the rules just bending I don't have a pound to my name cause this life's too spending This life's too spending Three eyes in my head and the vision's still pending What would you do for a high five Do you get the metaphor that I'm sending Sick to my stomach at this rate I won't be attending I won't say night until I'm sitting in a German trending