Scraps

I got a master plan attack I'm running this game with the game on my back huh Back to back to back cut the crap I ain't running it back Huh let's get it one two three four five six I got the clip going rounds like a nine six huh Nah I don't hurt I preach but if you hating on the word then don't stand by me I'm not the guy you thought I was nah I am not what you had expected I got the rhythm of jazz in the eighties and spit like a llama invested I done got over every little hump and told myself I could go get it get it get it Too much damn time been invested you off the checklist talk on my name with respect Said look It's hard to achieve sometimes I feel things are falling beyond my reach I'm grabbing and trying to lock it to me funny how fast people start to believe I'm trying to figure out what I all need what is a dream and goal that I seek And which will choose as a priority I'm trying to think on what's better for me Second to second I'm counting the digits till they given to me at grip I made the feeling of darkness become something brighter and I'll do it over again Count up the bag and I'll give it to somebody else that can do it while I'm making more I am the goddess the lyric Mufasa and there ain't nobody that I'm working for on god No bs bc I said no backstabbing bull crap till I'm dead I splash on the mix like a three peat running up the dough turn it into bread How you gon judge on my life when you don't even know me and seeing my face doesn't Count I brag bout lavish Cuz living like crap taught me worth to the penny amount So when Lights in my face Tokyo spin for the bag rodeo And the sins that I put on beat don't go so yall better talk to the Holy Ghost Burberry trench coat color black berry with the color on the wrist to bright to scary Big bag big baller big flex big dog big bark up next Cut the cap rap crap that your raps have let's get real for a second I worked three different jobs in the last twelve months just to grind on my own independent Skip a chorus Ima need a beat a beat and put the beat inside a hearse In a hurry the beat getting beat like a race with a bee it gets sticky lil honey don't worry I'm beating the competition without no issue I'm going double plaque like a buck tooth with no paste "thought I was feeling you" Boy I got Ice and Spice and everything nice And yall lowkey stupid sometimes like thinking I cared mmm never that Huh I came from writing scraps so loosing Mm Mm never that Ay I been living like a need to get my family out the trenches Even if I had a future I just wanna reinvent it I don't need a laugh at every joke I want to become better Then ever and every better version of myself I wanna get em out Let em out let em know that things don't happen without reason Spread a sound be a dog own the pound let em hear every sound that you speaking Gotta be proud of the life you making it's not a future it's yours for creating The future is depending on the present no debating And the past can be a factor but you can't keep let it breaking And the moment that you start creating no temptation for replacement In your smile is the moment you'll be greater to the greatest You just gotta work until you can't and never lend a favor You just have to have a moment sticking like a pen and paper Wait