Yo, hope my folks'a vote this a classic
Yo, hope my folks'a vote this a classic
Yo, I hope my folks'a vote this a classic
The craftier crafters, masters of the universe
From my days moving work on the PRU to just trying to prove my worth
Barely scraping by just to make it by to the 1st
And tryin to take to the skies but gotta wait til I'm fly first
That's the paradox, life don't care if it's fair or not
Doubt kill more dreams than failures, I swear this is where it stops
Ain't got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out
But about that competition, like this indo I blow em out
I got success on my shoulders & failure right on my heels
The shattered pieces of a heart, nobody to help it heal & still
It don't effect me, I swore it won't effect me
I just use that time alone to rezone & to reconnect me
Especially when the weight of the world on me & gettin heavy
And all I need is a good spark in this bitch, like Lisa Leslie
To decompress me, the deacon said we chasing heaven on earth
And that only mean we thinkin petty
But when u already in hell, u just wanna exhale
U just wanna set sail, but murder & sex sells
Be bearing yo soul & they wanna know if its dressed well
Yes well, for a while i even considered throwing in the towel
But instead went ahead & kept on flowing like the Nile
And now the whole crowd see me blowing out this cloud
It's loud & a nigga glowing like its goin out of style
Wow, I hope my folks'a vote this a classic
Don't know if I am more underrated or overdrafted
Don't know if I am more underrated or overdrafted