Project 32 (feat. La Goonz)

No fakes I can feel it in your ways No trust all these hoes just waste I paper chase till my people all straight I'm on that need to succeed shit Barely ever seen with my own eyes Tired of the sofa Feeling way bolder In my own direction Getting colder, lonely Looking for a girl That's down to be my homie Kiss me, trust me Visa versa Get my life right So tight this shits unheard of Not always nice But I always keep my word up All my friends use to hate Dropped em Got my worth up What even is my purpose Sometimes I wonder Down on my luck Smoking weed like an upper I seem calm I can't ease though People read me wrong What they read for Just leave me alone Better peace hoe I got my hustle bones And my weed smoke No fakes I can feel it in your ways No trust all these hoes just waste I paper chase till my people all straight I be that jet Zooming and booming above your head I pay respect to all the vets That put us on next I do my studies, I observe How they make the bread I guess I don't need sleep I'll get it when I'm dead I have this fear of losing But that's what keeps me moving I be in my own head Like what the f*ck you doing Why you sitting Looking timid and still When you could be chasing mil's It's in my will to prevail Through any trial and error No pessimism in here I shape my mental like prisms And now I'm lifting this fear yeah Another level up And many more to go I wake the devil up And let him know He can never snatch my soul