BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Me and my homies smoking dro and open shows just for the hell of it,
- Blowing O's condoning foolishness compelling it,
- Hoping maybe we can make it from irrelevance,
- Elevating chasing for a place away from negligence,
- Elegance in more ways than one
- Lighting up the doorway, my gourmet words are served for fun,
- wordplay in four ways and
- one bad bitch with some foreplay from tongue,
- sore legs from fucks,
- that I don't give,
- Most girls hoping for some dope dick,
- Asking if I wrote this,
- I'm chosen, composing rhymes dripping with the style,
- Keeping cloaked, hidden smiles, Seeking out record deals
- for my moms, hard times, compiling dark lines
- sparking off a grind, sparking up the blunt, carpet caught on fire,
- if i drop it, parking spots mark inspired writers in the lot
- and spitting on the heat firefighting,
- Dipping off the streets if the 5 is riding
- My peace is not divided,
- Multiply my joy and find a boy that is delighted with enlightenment
- decided not to die without writing this,
- Reminds me of them nights filled with strife,
- just compiling my problems in some writings quick
- Gotta fight the system, They'll try to take your rights but listen
- to the inner you,
- sitting on the principles invincible as long as living given truths
- Condensing youth suitable to make the proof visible,
- Scoop residuals, crystal truth continuum
- Pretend you from the money but consumed by its residuum
- Ascension turn intent into curriculum
- Breakin up just like the middles that you given em
- (Hook)
- Rockefeller fella stashing guap into the boxes
- guala selling sevens droppin quads into their pockets,
- Copping till I'm nauseous, dropping the obnoxiousness
- and watch the dollar turn the fucking profit,
- Most kids in business, trade illicit goods,
- waiting by the station pockets heavy lace and bud,
- busting basement wares, but the money making good
- blunt is tasting kush, blazing bush,
- no messiah in the woods for the broken,
- Sighing cause the answer isn't open,
- toking placing chance into hoping
- tickets for the dancers and the showman,
- Sticking to advancement for the hopeless
- My hope is in the hands of all the ocean,
- Fishes tryna glance up at my boat and
- flowing for the closest land besides the golden sun,
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