I compare with anybody
Appearance is just an order
Glass empty, glass half full
But that's the quora
Niggas thinking that they square
But my circle connecting boarders
And raw
Do it all
That's the purpose of where we going
Indefinite where we step
It's irrelevant, nonetheless
Pack a little bag up
Sell it and that's a mess
Less we open up the grip to our lip
When we fumble drop and then stick
Funny how a nigga watch and then he do it like this
I'm just saying
Cuz the minds of the mental
Bragging for the quiet
And saving it for the next one
I be writing songs
And then I'mma write another
Mad love for my brothers, my brother, my sister
Winning contenders
Why you selling
Outta jail and I'm simeritan
Blood in his eyes
While the demons mass hysteria
Even masses like Jesus passes and sharing homes
Everybody playing the game but we all end up alone
Everything so sent up
Don't end up
Don't change
Thank god
And the stars cuz I
Finally gotta change
This my way in
My way to the top before I weigh in
All the fame and pop when I show up and feel amazing
So
Thank you
And thank you too
Cuz when the pressure caving who am I thank but me and you
I'm just sharing pain in every song it's always something knew
Therapy heredity scaring me into catchy tunes
Who are you?