Hoppin
never feel the love less its in-between the hate
speaking off the record like I got the record straight
god damn, guess I got the keys to inspiration
used to hit the plug I couldn’t leave my momma basement
then i got to snapping like i gotta change location told em
listen on the low if you need the motivation
tried to change the world learned the world belong to satan
some who sold their soul ain't got a soul worth savin
than shawty play my shit right out in the back lot
crew hoping like some barefoot on summer blacktop
bass kept knocking neighbors hotter than a mascot
times got tough n lost a couple to the crack rock
some hustle nightmares as the dream and hope you pay it
and if they got the drama hollywood is where I take it
never play my demo but I gave a demonstration
now my phone is full of phonys tryna say
remember way back when?-
When we was younger
and knew what we needed
those were just apparitions
dreams that we thought we had seeded
like these old addictions
taking off the mask looking at the contradictions
long wooden cask with these mad afflictions
rolling round weeded
knew what we needed
gotta go heated
always competed
mostly exceeded
unimpeded
flossing in Jordans
on the court when
his airness unseated
now we sporting kings assassins courtin
rings flappin wings
shinin bling
sellin things
these are the memories that make us believe
now we've achieved communication
new reality in this mind formation
absentee in this life relation
I can cook it up
heat it up
tip it up
I got this mind connection
rip it up
blow it up
say it buttercup
recognize the subconscious artistic summing up ascension
thus the up attention
imperialistic