Gather around hustlers that's if you still dreaming
Plotting your next move fighting off your demons
Making the next wave drowning in your feelings
Walking on that stage searching for your healing
How much drive you need on this long road
Life a traffic jam we always rush hour growth
Always on the go I never can stand still
Never wasting a step I know how the landfill
I'm praying I land mine
And blow up off of a line
We do it all for the grind
We fighting against time
Punching the clock
Bobbing and weaving
Ducking the shots
Prophesying greatness
Listen to my heart intuition is god's language
Teach you all about it Rosetta Stone
The future might be rocky but don't nothing be set in stone
Can't answer my phone
I'm locked in
Dreaming about the day I'm in all of y'all's top ten
Pressure gets heavy when weighing your options
I'm taking a lot in
Never letting it out
Bottle up these feelings
Then falling to self doubt
My spirit caught in a drought
But I keep pushing
Shows I keep booking
Flows I keep cooking
Enemies keep looking
Life don't change the way we look at it does
Did a lot of dirt that's why we stuck in the mud
Never had nobody that's why we looking for love
Down on our knees we pray to the god above
Put it on me put it on me
Weight of the world put it all on me
Riding through the trenches trying to stay low key
Barely getting sleep but I got these dreams
Yeah I got these
I hate it when I'm called a local rapper
Please don't box me to the city this is just a chapter
Feeling guilty for the dreams that I'm going after
On the stage when my son need some looking after
Family always hold it down when I feel a way
So I'm still Superman on my Lois days
Fuck a lane free me from these labels that they place
And free me from the pain I mask I pray it fade away
Just feel me when I say
I'm breaking boxes detoxing from unhealthy logic
Never faking what I got just to feel accomplished
Find the light like Edison my mama raised a scholar
Was trapped in darkness and transformed the process metabolic
Crazy how my greatest dreams was a small idea
Back deck but I made these jokers disappear
Stick the landing when I shift watch how I switch the gear
Proof of the vision got them twisted it's forever clear
Life don't change the way we look at it does
Did a lot of dirt that's why we stuck in the mud
Never had nobody that's why we looking for love
Down on our knees we pray to the god above
Put it on me put it on me
Weight of the world put it all on me
Riding through the trenches trying to stay low key
Barely getting sleep but I got these dreams
Yeah I got these
This shit a lot just to say the least
Ahead of my time for the longest niggas seem late to me
Ain't worried about ceremonies and lists they been placing me
Remember my goal was to get a car to go A to B
Was hopping that Volkswagen
Similar K Dot to that sprinter
Just some young niggas that's dead set on adventure
Drove down 17 hours just for three days
No passes and wasn't guaranteeing the stage
Young and dead from the bottom
One out a hundred thousand that swear to god that he got it
Got to be more than talent
Bet it all on the music
Beyond the lights on edge
I promise I'm going through it
In Texas this shit confusing look
Imagine meeting Freddie Gibbs and then he violate you
Imagine meeting Mac Miller then he die later
That type of shit just make an artist go on hiatus
Shit ain't never sweet niggas either go or blow up now or later
Back to the city I ain't have a job
A few good things like I'm Saba Sab
Met OTG and bitch you guessed it man I fucking tried
This cosign shit will make you origami fold your pride
Nigga had met up with Kendrick pre Section 80
Skyrocketing buzz and management wouldn't pay him
Because they ain't know who he was
Choose a career that often feels like a drug
Avoiding all of the mirrors we hold on to who we was
What happens to a dream differed
What happens to a dream differed
How can a prophet with words
Make him a profit with words
Why it feel like a gift and curse
Like a gift and a curse
What happens to a dream differed
What happens to a dream differed
How can a prophet with words
Make him a profit with words
Why it feel like a gift and curse
Like a gift and a curse