Here’s some real sh*t I happened to think of
Very far from your ordinary rappers agenda
Euphoric beats the purist thing to grab my attention
Metaphorically telling stories with a passionate message
Wake up
You might notice something, dont boys become men
Once they start replacing bragging with wisdom
Some others rotting inside, but they ain’t trapped in a prison
You couldn't buy a Pill (appeal) even if u had a prescription
Cause style...Isn’t always fashion
I think we'd all live mad rich
Off currency we always carried within us
Now
If there is anyone that happens to listen
And the lyrics got them feeling either mad or defensive
How
You missed the message, sh*ts depressing You’re living less, if all that matters is your pockets fatter....Richer
Posing hard, snapping pictures
Showing off how much you have, and then some
Well go ahead motherf****r keep on livin like that it hit ya
Being old and alone, that sh*ts sad to witness
Don’t follow footsteps, even laugh at tradition
Before I ever had a plan I always had the ambition, check it
This the sh*t that brings me back to begginings
When I first started rapping all I had was the vision
A notepad full of words but I was lacking the rhythm
I got to work and let the instrumentals blast on the system, now let’s work
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where my real ones at
This the land of the lost
Bring it back to when rappers was actually skilled on tracks
This the land of the lost
Now it’s backwards they rather hear actors and still buy trash
This the land of the lost
I jus laugh at the fact that the masses
Is blind to the trap. Trap
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where my real ones at
This the land of the lost
Bring it back to when rappers was actually skilled on tracks
This the land of the lost
Now it’s backwards they rather hear actors and still buy trash
This the land of the lost
I jus laugh at the fact that the masses
Is blind to the trap. Trap
Whoever thought intuition could steer you wrong
The scary truth is very few would even care you gone
From this god given earth, homie live and learn
Are we getting older, or are they still immature
I find a motive even when I can’t stand work
But I’m jus tryna stay home and write until my hand hurt
At first a lost artist, searching for my calling
But to some people, writing life lines ain’t the answer
Freelancer, nobody partied like the folks in New Hampshire
That’s real talk, it might shock you to
Hear I often listen to rock
Instead of bumping that material talk, cus we don’t care where u shop
I wise man told me fallin be the best part
You dangerous when you smarter with a fresh start
Just gettin started, too long we kept the bench warm
Now we over heads, Vince carter vs the French squad
We coming Live and direct With the rhyming effect
The free spirited ain’t never have to vie for respect
It’s still High Class Clique, same drive for success
And if they loyal, ain’t no question they gon ride to the death
You can have the last words I just walk away Less love in a planet that rotts away
Same news, innocent get shot today
If you bored with life, quit ya job today
When in doubt, stay far from fake
Long as the world spins, I got songs to make
This how long it takes...
One year and a half, disappear now I'm back in the strongest way
The new view take ya breathe away
We living in the end of days, ain’t much left to say except...
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where my real ones at
Let’s work
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where my real ones at
This the land of the lost
Bring it back to when rappers was actually skilled on tracks
This the land of the lost
Now it’s backwards they rather hear actors and still buy trash
This the land of the lost
I jus laugh at the fact that the masses
Is blind to the trap. Trap
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where my real ones at
This the land of the lost
Bring it back to when rappers was actually skilled on tracks
This the land of the lost
Now it’s backwards they rather hear actors and still buy trash
This the land of the lost
I jus laugh at the fact that the masses
Is blind to the trap. Trap