1st Day of Summer Freestyle

Summer fling season is upon us, get ready

Dealing with women that’ll have your legs feeling like spaghetti

Used to be hot and heavy, in the bed getting all sweaty

She said she wanted paper, all I had was confetti

Financial investments? Not sure if we’re there yet

Had her screaming at me like she’s Quavo, Takeoff & Offset

She’s so obsessed with the bread, I gave her a baguette

She says she’s tired of the games, wonders what’s next

I say I’m not playing any games, just moving at my own pace

I ask her how she feel about splitting bills if we had our own place

You’d thought I took her hand then spit in her face

Her affection disappeared for the kid, without a trace

Because the last few times I’ve been in things? I’ve rushed ‘em

Hard to admit I like being in tings, but I don’t trust ‘em

There’s been plenty cases but ain’t no cuffs on em

They say love is a gamble, but ain’t no luck for em

I place all my cards on the table, let’s play poker

In the summer, it’s “why so serious” I’m like the Joker

They say success has a smell, and they aware of the aroma

You could bury her in the snow and she wouldn’t be much colder

It feels like she’s going on tour like a rock and roller

You got to stand up straight to keep her attention, she’s a solider

Let’s be real though, they always put the burden on me, I admit it

Because I’ve always carried the weight well like tall women

It’s like we’re playing the same game but the ball is different

She thought I was boyfriend material, I’m like nah, the cloth is different.

I don’t do much talking, last ting I was with, wanted my twitter login

But honestly she was full of shit, like her toilet was clogging

I’m the guy, that knows the guy but I don’t need all of the attention

Because I’m the one that helps you reach the plug, I’m the extension

But this ain’t twitter, so I don’t need you to view and mention

And keep your two cents to yourself, like you’re penny pinching.

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#FreestyleFriday: 6.9.17

I tried to write something different but It got deleted

Maybe I needed to write it more than y’all needed to read it

But whatever the case is, I’m going to make sure I beat it

People want the original, stop trying to pass it off as a remix

I remember drinking sprite remix, as a young one on the porch

Probably would go great with the lean but I will never know of course

Staying drug free, trying to find clarity

Staying sucka free, trusting people is such a rarity

I stand back and look at what they all prepared for me

Momma always worries, she always seems scared for me

They scared of me, or more so, scared at what I could be

Reaching my potential is hard, so they pushed me

Staying in my lane, trying to avoid all the traffic

Avoid all the madness, you want this shit? You can have it

King kong status, the man on the island

The man demands silence, they just demand riots

Because peace isn’t achieved by peace and quiet

Sometimes the quietest person can be the livest.

I missed the point in life where it was all simple

I missed when it could be solved by a pretty woman in dimples

I never gave my heart up, it was only used as a rental

I never wrote her name in stone, the most I used was pencil

Because things aren’t permanent, people aren’t permanent

Looking through my scars, asking if it was worth the shit

Drinking at the bar, drunkenly handing out advice and tips

But it’s like a bad stock, because not many people are buying it.

I sell myself, more than I sell anything else I am involved with

Aw shit, whenever they’re in trouble, they call quick

But it’s call waiting where I’m from. Can’t press my buttons

Stand for something or die for nothing, you know how I love it

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Back…For Now.

I had to take a sabbatical, had to get focused like I was on Adderall

Circumstances turned me into an animal, trying to get all this capital

I tried being diplomatical, they looked at me like I was magical

They say I can’t do the things I dreamed of, they ask me to be more practical.

Even the people I love, have some questions about my dreams

I’m like what happened to the “we’re supposed to be kings and queens”?

They wonder is it really what it seems, too focused on material things?

Well, they look at LeBron and judge him by however many rings

So I need more things in my trophy cases, haters having these stony faces

Not giving it my all doesn’t make sense, like shoes without laces

Or a nerd without braces, or a sentence without spaces

Or baseball without bases, Olivia Benson not solving cases

When they fear your greatness, they always want you to be gracious

When you’re swinging for the fences, they want to put you in the cages

Trying to put all the pieces together, you can tell my mind’s been racing

They feel like this is a gamble, but I don’t live in Las Vegas

I been through a lot, I just don’t say it. When memories come I replay it

They want me to pass the torch, but I’m not sure I want to relay it

Doing the most, but I move to my own cadence

Remembering all of the doubters who said I would never make it

I’m still trying to be patience but a playa is tired of waiting

She asked me why I should pull up on her, I told her it’s history in the making.

I hope people never insult my intelligence, continuing to lie to me anyway

Like I don’t know the backstory, but I go along with the shit anyway

Let the folks dig their grave, because I’m gonna bury them anyway

Say you keep it 100, but I’m never gonna believe you anyway

I’m in the zone, focus is clear as the water in the Caribbean

I been gone too long, probably wondering where have I been

Well, I been working on myself. That’s the short answer to the question

Too many late night thinking sessions, weeding out all the misdirection

But I’m here, for how long? We just don’t know yet.

But I’m working out my problems, so don’t be alarmed when I do flex.

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See the Light

Sitting in my new apartment, still got furniture to finish

Best part about life is when people mind their business

They’re wondering if I’ve done it, they ready to get livid

Not stopping for a moment to think if I actually did it

I’m so over the politics, because I don’t think I’ve done enough

Looking at my bank account, I haven’t made enough

Just left a room where half of those guys were rich as fuck

Serves as motivation that my dreams don’t need to be given up

Sometimes I crave the solitude, sometimes I fear it

Sometimes I smell success, other times I don’t feel anywhere near it

It’s weird, how these ups and downs can get so volatile

Don’t know which way you’re feeling so you just crack a smile

Dealing with writer’s block so you don’t even know how to get the feelings out

Trying to do things the right way but you’re considering the other route

Because you got bills to pay, continue to put food in mouths

So conflicted even the voices in my head cuss me out

Instagram likes aren’ something you can put on your resume

Afraid to tell your mom because she’ll shoot down the dreams anyway

You know she means well but the negativity is too much to take

All you need to hear is “don’t worry, I got it babe”

But you can’t even get that

Everything you invested in her, you won’t get back

New girls in the pictures but they’re too far away to be for real

Game’s getting ugly, you not even sure you want to play the field.

It sucks but sometimes that’s just the way of life

A man isn’t lost just because he took the route that lets him see the sights

Because back then they didn’t see me right, hell they ain’t even see me, right?

I took more L’s than Floyd ever did on his TV fights

I know my worth & earned my stripes, now I’m taxing like a Yeezy price

I ain’t trying to hear a pip from the background folks, I ain’t Gladys knight

Y’all been sleeping on me, it was like y’all was glad it’s night

Now open your eyes, pull back your blinds and see the light.

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The Age of Spin

Are you a good person, a bad person or somewhere in the middle?

We live in a society where everyone hates playing second fiddle

And trying to get to know people is like solving a riddle

So no wonder many of us are so non-committal

No one wants to deal with insecurities so I work on them on my own

Because we’re taught to clean up before inviting people in our home

And it’s gonna be a scary sight once I finally get in my zone

Because people think they can play me like I’m some sort of trombone

Don’t be a good girl for me, I don’t need it, I promise

Seems I got farther when I lied to folks than I did being honest

When everything is swirling around me? I just need to find me some solace

I ain’t a rookie, I’m a vet so don’t play me like I’m a novice.

Anti-social extrovert, never heard a phrase describe me so perfect

Laundry list full of flaws, do you still believe I am worth it?

I been going so hard, even to fall asleep I need a permit

I always knew I was dope, why did I need others to confirm it?

Why do we seek validation from those who aren’t on our level?

Or aren’t on our wavelength? Why do we assume they are better?

Why do we assume someone is crazy if their opinions are different?

Why are we so quick to argue and so slow to listen?

We got all of this hatred, but where is the love?

Folks dying off of bad dope, but who is all supplying the drugs?

I ask too many questions, that’s what people told me

Maybe I’m just not willing to believe what people showed me

Used to want a relationship so much I just rushed in

That was a bad move fam, this just in

Opened up my heart for love and ended up inviting distrust in

We always discuss how we’re gonna love, we never discuss when.

Pride comes before a downfall, and they say love will get you killed

They want you to be honest but penalize you for being real

Society full of contradictions, we live in the age of spin

Round and round we go until we spin the wheel again

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#FreestyleFriday: Good Friday Edition

I tell folks I haven’t been in love before and they ask why?

I’m like “I don’t really know” it’s not like I didn’t try

But shit never worked out best for the kid

It’s like all these women just been stress to the kid

They sleeping on me? They needed rest on the kid

I gave them my all, and left the rest for the kid.

Far from perfect, far from immortal, came from the soil

The dirt hid the crown and the fact I was royal

I want everything but just give me someone that is loyal

Meanwhile I’m dealing with an intermittent case of paranoia

More money, more problems? I just see people as more annoying

Short trigger, short fuse, too easy to get my temperature boiling

Because when you up? You see all those people joining?

But when you down? All those people just give finger pointing

It’s kinda disappointing, you see what we’re destroying?

Think you’re drinking from the fountain of life but really it’s a deadly poison

Life isn’t a game, otherwise we would have brought the toys in

But God is a good God because he often believes in choices

Red pill or blue pill, the left path or the right path

I told her things didn’t add up. She told me she didn’t even like math

I told her I would be right back, but really didn’t even come back

People keep throwing shade at me then get offended by the comebacks

Or the subtweets, or the petty shit but I’m on my Andretti shit

Life in the fast lane, on some “I don’t think that they ready shit”

Putting myself in a position to deserve everything I ask for

Putting my stamp on society like a bougie black woman with a passport

I feel like people watching me no camcorder

Weight of the world on my shoulders, trying to reach the border

Not to Mexico, but to greatness and it ain’t no short order

Life is a bitch but we still adore her

Not only do we adore her, we even reward her

By staying on our grind like a skateboarder.

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#MondayMotivation: 4.3.17

I’m the type of person that can hide in plain sight

So fresh to death, it’s like my closet is a grave site

I keep everything on a need to know, me opening up? A strange sight

But hey? Whatever we got to do to maintain right?

Focused on myself, you can get in where you fit in

Got a legacy to uphold, I mean my grandmother did the sit in’s

My mother? Broke the glass ceiling like it was a ribbon

So greatness isn’t an option for me; it’s a mission

Dealing with my mental issues ain’t been a pretty picture

Told her, I needed some space & I’d be right back with ya

She wasn’t messing with that so she left me when I was real low

Now if she try & kick it again? I’mma block it like a field goal

Girl, you will never be more important than my sanity

I make this look easy, I do the semi-impossible almost causally

I don’t do it flashily because everyone would be mad at me

Give me a chance, I can make your real life turn to fantasy

I put God first then right afterwards, its family

Trying to see if we can plant some money seeds inside this family tree

You gotta hide the medicine in the candy like it’s a childhood pharmacy

Which means, you gotta show them the truth, even when they don’t want to see

Passing out food for thought like it was a buffet

Some people want appetizers, others want their entrees

I keep it quiet when I don’t know exactly what to convey

Otherwise people gonna make it a production like its Broadway

Running circles around these fools like its field day

Which makes sense because I view all the shit as child’s play

Everyone taking shots, just hope that you don’t catch a stray

Throwing shots then hiding hands? Don’t try and downplay

They think it’s over for me? But I’m not in dismay

I don’t trust people because of all the times I been betrayed

But I still have everything you want like it’s eBay

And the ability to bring anything back like a DJ.

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Assassinate My Character

I wrote this while my eye was twitching, momma said it was stress

She asked me what was wrong, I said I got a lot on my chest

Like a woman who needs a breast reduction or a bench press that needs a spot

As soon as you start to feel well, everyone wants to take their shot

I ain’t the American dream, I’m america’s nightmare

Everything they don’t want us to be, I’m right here

Had people I thought cared for me, stab me right in the back

I tell the truth, they turn and twist it with alternative facts

I can’t win, it seems like I can only hold off the losing

My demons tryna beat my ass, let me hold off the bruising

People ask me what’s wrong & I can’t even articulate it properly

I feel all these people are watching me, hate on me & don’t even talk to me

Assassinate my character, I mean even Jesus was crucified

They’d probably kill me and make it look like a suicide

Tricky bastards, I have lost all faith in the masses

Obsessed in my progress, but it’s moving slow like molasses

Been in a rut, so I had to pull something out the sleeves

People throwing shade as long as 50 trees

Wondering why these folks won’t let me be

Stressed out, just the whole world cannot see

I make things happen. That’s what I do every single day and night

I ain’t even gonna lie, I’m not always doing what is right

But it’s probably what’s best for me, out here crafting recipes

Trying to plan centuries, dodging penitentiaries

Is this what life is meant to be? Are folks supposed to not accept a G?

They even crucified Jesus, so what else can I expect from thee?

People are either gonna love you or hate you, and it’s on them to decide

You can influence them with actions, but they’re gonna choose if they’re down to ride.

Snakes in the grass, that’s why you keep the grass short

Acknowledge that you’re winning, they call you a bad sport

Backhanded compliments, hiding the pain inside the pleasure

Hiding the hating inside the “lecture” that’s supposed to make you better.

You ask? I’m down for whatever. When the son shines? The reign’s over

Personality needs renovating, extreme makeover

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#MondayMotivation: The Balancing Act

Sometimes you gotta take an L, but you grow from it

They thought they had my case closed but I made them reopen it

You know me? I’m gonna go get it, even if progress is slow with it

I been doubted since way back when Twista made Po’ Pimpin

Stay low and build time, your halftime is my chill time

I speak the truth in all my words, yet you think these ain’t real lines

They don’t see the signs, they just see the lies

They see the highlight reel but they don’t see the life

They don’t see the hard work and effort they just see results and then question.

Sleeping with one eye open just so I don’t miss my blessing

All these people that I’m dealing with, I don’t like mess in my orbit

People try to give me their stress and like a fool I absorb it

I got someone’s homegirl singing my praise like a chorus

People only give you flowers when you dead & I’m not tryna meet a florist

Watch them assassinate my character, just to say that they stayed down

What’s the point in staying down if you try and make everyone stay down?

You damn clown, sometimes the voices in my head are the only sounds

I care to hear and sometimes a person is only lost if they care to be found

Maybe I’m pushing through when I don’t need to push through

Don’t you get tired of convincing people that they need you?

People get a connation when they hear you’re a good dude

Like it’s ok to forget that I have needs to

The sex is good but sometimes the person isn’t

Sometimes you don’t get an explanation on why they did it

Sometimes you want it to work and it just can’t

Sometimes your secret admirers just work better as fans

Sometimes we just might work better as friends

Sometimes if you take the sex away, we were never friends

It’s possible to be both cocky and self-conscious

It’s possible to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress

The process? It’s ugly, not many people want to watch it

But it can get even uglier if you botch it.

No one wants to invest in you but everyone wants a profit

But in order to see the dividends, you must first make a deposit.

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#FreestyleFriday: 3.3.17

You like what you like, you want what you want

I know there’s plenty of people who love me and plenty people who don’t

I feel like Syracuse’s defense, I’m really in my zone

Sent the measures for my crown because I’m ready for the throne

I be riding through the city, feeling like the president

But not that orange cheeto, I mean a real president

People hating on me, setting a new precedent

Because I’m running through their mind like a track event

Do you hate what you represent? Self-esteem needs a supplement

At the bar taking 9 shots, feeling like 50 cent

Giving haters the full court press I will never relent

Praying on my downfall, hoping for my descent

I ain’t talking about so-and-so, it’s over with you-know-who

We call them girls mysteries and you are no Scooby Do

You feel like you’re a bad guy? I feel like I’m a soprano too

Don’t make me reach the bad side, see some things that you never knew

Trying to be the nice guy but people want me to go the mean route

Throwing wrinkles in my plan? You’ll be sure to get steamed out

Every day’s a fight, only catch me smiling between bouts

The next person to talk that mess might just get cleaned out

I slide on her in the nighttime because the day has too many eyes

She don’t believe in love no more, says there is too many lies

I keep it on the low even though she be getting kinda high

He says reality is bullshit, so I let her fantasize.

My homie told me “it seems like you like ‘em until they like you back”

Because it’s hard to get freedom when feelings get attached

I know the women I did wrong wish they could get me back

But I think the women that did me dirty already handled that

So is it a clean slate or just a balanced scale?

Keep your 2 cents and throw them in the wishing well

The devil tried to keep me down with no avail

Because at this point, I was supposed to be dead or in jail.

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