GARDEN OF EDEN

Yeah, running through a fucking trap mine's like running through a niggas mind If you wanna know about my life You gotta read in between the lines I could script my life inside my page and still never let you inside Irony is wanting privacy and working for a life 'n fame Ever since my momma went away I started rapping Had to go and raise the bar, while she 'hind bars Boy droppin bars Even though it's still wack shit Man I had the vision as an adolescent Had to go and get it, work a nine to five Even though I fucking hate that shit Had to wear the face, and dumb me down Could never compromise on the dream By any means, gotta get it right Working day n night, getting bags Not gucci, but the bags on my eyes It probably cost like a couple dimes Worth all my time if I had to count Shit, man these niggas ain't even worth my time man Sipping on my tea reminiscing bout the life I coulda had Nearly dropped the music for a bad ting Was a toxic thing Guess that's why a nigga gassed If you met me five years ago Was a different nigga in a different mode on different goals Was putting shawty first Now I never compromise the soul That's when I was a fucking simp nigga Now the boy out steady trapping Used to be on that sex, love & goop Now the nigga being heartless Conversation never lasting more than three days They losing my focus And if the talk is not monetary Don't ask me why I'm not invested If I were counting pennies Way I count blessings, I'd have many, shit Niggas never recognize the talent till its spread in blood across canvas sheets Pressure had the people round me take their life But we pushing on amidst the energy Way I'm moving is like villainy Move against the grain, like Adam did Yeah, I think I'm on to better shit I woke up early one morning I had to get it rich I've been trapping in paradise on some stupid shit Been under selling my greatness I'm on to better shit