Impending Death

Real niggas don't speak it's in the actions
Don't make a scene
Or else they'll have hollow tips get to clapping
Round of applause After the magazine they scrapping
No phones around, they'll kill off any line that be tapping
Claiming to be crazy until you meet up with crazy
I'm drifting, gotta stick to the drive, leaving ms daisy
smokin got the cotton mouth, need water, he feelin wavy
in the dark will comes to the light,
Tell me who being shady
I don't consult with lames
They always being strange
Gotta Stay true to my roots
Nigga We ain't the same
Asking for a hand out
Since When did you give a hand out
Out here playing both sides
Eventually gonna pan out
Emotions clearing out
The moment he sees the man now
Got him fearing now
Like he seeing God in the flesh now
The wrath coming
Niggas ain't gonna know what to do now
Until then
Watch how you moving
Or else you chewed out

Everyday that passes
Out here losing time
Lighting up with the matches
Tryna spark a high
Couple homies watching
From the most high
I'm just tryna get it
Before my end of time

Tryna put my mama in Prada
Style pajama
Coming out the store
Soon as you getting money they wanna holla
Never was a scholar
I stack paper
To get the guala
Coming down the lane
Like LeBron James
You iguodala
Glass cleaning
Baddies is walking by
Tryna spit a line
She be quick to dubbing a nigga
If you ain't worth the time
Asking for her line
She ignoring so don't pay no mind
I will never fight about some shorty
That aint mine
But these niggas is opposite
Don't wanna vent
I'm just out here shedding the light
But they don't wanna blend
Watch me the push the pen
As I chill inside of the lions den
Treat it like the booth in the studio
Leaving nothing left
This shit is easy for me
I could leave a trail
Niggas love taking the shortcut
But they bound to fail
I will prevail
JT Jay Z vibe
the holy grail
It's a lonely road Up ahead homie
Just be yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan De La Rosa
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