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Aye
I feel like fukkit, mother**** it, what the **** is up? Nothing.
Cause there ain’t nowhere to go, when you higher than the summit
But I keep, on running
Trynna peak, be something
What it mean?
Be someone
Keeping it g and keep the love and keep the peace
Till I’m buzzing bust and beast beats bumping
Plus some weed trees puffing, in the green, rising above and
Up and coming, run and gunning raise the GRV YRD up and
No mistake
Know the name
GRHYME a great, they gon’ love it
And ain’t gon’ be no puppet shit, INDEPENDANT publishing,
Up in the pen I’m penitent intent to pen the pressure pent
Cause I’m out my head when I’m painting pictures, perfect Kodak moment pain
No deny I’d die to live but living I’m dying every day
Got me livid ***** I’m pissed I cannot piss my life away, nine to five to ninety five, I’d take a nine at five in place
At this pace, outta place, outter space the place I lay
I need purpose more than worthless work for someone else’s pay, AYE
