It's Life

This my thug motivation, my standing ovation
Ted talk’s, wit the digi scale while I’m dusting off the mason
Tracking label’s made overnight sensations
You know I say, what they afraid to say
Middle man a couple plates on a rainy day
The closer I get, from this shit, my Donny Hathaway
And ask my mama ______
Still I stay quiet as kept, & still left with my respect
A couple muffs in the air
Not a blemish on my rep, I told my dawg keep your head high
A year & change left
We gon have his shit set & neck cold as Quebec, untapped potential over west,
simple trms, time to invest
Young Nigga told me
Sin flood it, been praying for xtra reps
He fresh outta school, loans garnishing his checks
In retrospect, I coulda been there, imma let em catch his breath
& ion even cruise my side, unless the Dutchman on my left
Rap got me more than a familiar face, & to be frank
It ain’t my taste, unless skipping first dates
Gettin fed grapes
Running base, till I get turf toe
The money good but what it’s worth though?
Bad bitch txt, she at the front door…
(Outro)
I be down
These are my Cardinal Sins
Damn, it took awhile to get here
The success was emanate
Thank the good lord for my penmanship