Just Listening

Gotta take me a breath and a time to blink I be going wid ya flow too much Ain't got time to stop think But I Done three shows in about three months Gotta crew, ties wid mob Work all day gotta pack our lunch It's bout time my crew done eat So I gotta slow down and prepare Me and Myself onna beat better prepare Beware of the dog that's me there Course I'm on the beat like metronomes So you speakers might need a repair If the haps DH won't be there I'm be at home tryna work on a beat there Crop got chopped trimmed bagged The profits not really fair See we sold too weak to the big boys But next year gonna sell half streetly One v one onna map like rust I'll guarantee that you can't dare beat me I drive the bus like a transperth volvo Fuck ya fair just hop in quickly S where we going Up they need me Don't wanna be Hearts in deeply Not completely Minds misleading Gotta believe me I think ill is an understatement Coz I don't need no one to treat me I don't won't no one to see me Gotta heart full of gold for the world But my demons tryna defeat me Ain't got a purpose and I can't lie man Ain't gon do it for my fucking city Imma just do it for the fans who love my shit Gon bounce to my shit let's boogie Ain't got love for the fellow artists who can't see shit through it's a pity Still gon rep for the six that's dons Bottom to top and that shits there's tricky Orse on my fucking chest that's chunky Still get funky let's get litty You don't wanna hear me shout out it's S the cork go pop and it's gets too litty Yeah it's litty Yeah it's litty I be going back to back to back to back to back On tracks Like trains but I ain't getting output It's like everyone's streaming my tunes But ain't really hearing a g that's how it looks They wanna dap from me, views from me even tips from me I'm outlooked We ain't the same lil g so don't switch lanes stick to the book G codes present stick to the book Won't end up bait onna hook I be outside with da straights and crooks But it don't change my mindset Just wait man I ain't gotta pint yet Fuck all da fakes go bow when da sights set Fuck all da fakes go bow when da sights set One two step on a sweet one surely Wanna ride shotgun baby surely I need a fresh trim from my bredren Hop in quick gon trek it to morley Came from da hills ain't living too poorly Cats don't creep coz I gave em a warning Sweet one arch ya back gon arch dat back in da early morning I'm on my own way I am my own boss Liz in the shoebox Still getting underpaid so I'm tryna find new locks Fuck it I'll pay for new ways Coz I'm tryna blast off Even if it's fake I'll still get my last off Few bars for ya ma 'for I take off Aye few of you don't understand Where I'm coming from in this world Truth is gotta new set plan And I ain't gonna steal your Already work to hard for da man But works alright worked out that system And I don't touch down till we land In da 6 wid a chart listing Bad bitch came through oh damn Like I'm from the clan but I ain't yet glistening But times gonna serve me right So I'll wait in the mean time work are you kidding I'm tryna dig deep gotta find what I'm missing You ain't really hearing a g you just listening