Tayla prod by simon smthng

Verse 1

The earth spinning,
Most of this hand written,
My future still blurry,
Somewhat still vivid,
A lot still missing,
A picture with a mission,
My reflection not perfected
One ghostly ass image,
Bumbing me against the world,
No cure for this illness,
This fight for humanity,
One dirty ass scrimmage,
I mean far from finished,
Back to reality,
Back off the map,
In the dungeons of rap actually,
I'm still me,
For anybody else that's mad at me,
Sprouted from the facility,
Welcome to the academy,
Whatever family need,
Indeed,
For our dreams,
I was told don't let nothing come between,


Hook

x2

We just living in the moment,
Tryna grasp it, if not own it,
Note that every rap,
is a counteract move for my opponent,
Live fearless and focused,
These vibes still in motion,

Verse 2

Planted seeds
Hoping that we grow this money tree,
Still blessed,
But feel cursed for eternity,
Back when my brother,
Was still out committing burglaries,
Even nowadays,
Stitching samples like its surgery,
I never changed,
Just cemented in my own ways,
Dreaming of the fast life,
Even in the slow lane,
These pit stops,
Call for octane,
These city lights
Show a different pain,
Altho one in the same,
Know the game,
And how it played, fasho,
My representatives agree,
You do all this just for show,
And So,
What you think we finna pull on the low?
An introduction of,
What people never seen b4,
Correct.
Anytime i got it right,
I probably guessed,
Signed checks,
Success,
Mo money more stress,
luv yours,
I was told,
From the wise,
Proceed,
I agree,
Altho it might take some time,
reason is reasoning,
I throw in every rhyme,
Visuals for the blind,
Designed for the paralyzed,
Who else but the enterprise,
Fortified and synchronized,
Our origins are hidden,
I just read between the lines,
I pray along the smaller things,
That keep me satisfied,
And Nowadays to save the world,
We gotta strategize,
I say it's u-n-i,
Others call it genocide,
Fuck whatever telling lies,
And f*ck whatever's televised,