BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Mula, Material and Mating
- Ain't nothing good enough in the eyes of young smokers
- I told them there's more to life than 2nd hand export motors
- But they ain't listening, I hope they go a different direction
- And develop a mission to fulfill they ever living passion
- But they ain't paying attention, If it were currency
- They'd have spent it all and life would have them in detention
- For lack of patience or obedience, Cause they ain't done this or that
- They too busy trading snap back caps, And looking at two X chromosome racks
- Not that I ain't doing the same, I stare at titties and ass on world star vines someday
- I'll admit its distracting, But all they do is worthless action and acting
- Like drinking and smoking, Knowing very well what is groping
- Them in the dark recesses of they mind, Its become an addiction and denial at the same time
- And it sucks, They complain about money, But two weeks ago bought shoes for $150 bucks
- And I can't afford mine, Got holes and tears, New ones emerge after wearing them each time
- They got bitches as well, I done seen them grab ass and make out till one fell
- And they took it to a room, All I got is drunk boring bros who'll leave real soon
- Cause ain't no pussy coming their way, I feel the same confidence didn't stay
- When I left the house that night, Should've grabbed it that night
- But it felt wrong, To push up on a drunk girl during a rap song
- So uncomfortably I sat, Thinking in my mind how can I get like that
- Then my nigga explained, You gotta know em, Talk to them and have a past that way
- Pussy chases you, Cause your a familiar face she knew
- But ain't nobody know me, Only one girl and her older brother is my homie
- So it felt wrong to ask, Uncomfortable every time I walked past
- I wondered why none of the homies tapped it yet, Tray probably did but he ain't one to talk about sex
- He ain't done it in a while, Until schoolies rolled round, Virginity went out like Gangnam Style
- In 2013 December, I wanted Battlefield 4 and a Xbox one times better
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- Now its 2015 and all I wanna see, Is my Dad and a happy family
- Cause I ain't truly smiled in some time, And every time I think about it I cry
- I ain't afraid to admit, When I miss a man so much I lose my shit
- Cause he hasn't yet showed me how to keep my cool
- Around my two faced friends I feel like a tool, In a hardbox about to be unlocked
- By master thieves who wanted me to stop, Being individual and become like them subliminal
- But I go super like criminal, And diss all their spiritual and lyrical beliefs
- Although then I'd suck like Queens on Kings, Stuck in a position with very little power
- Surrounded by cowards who mask insecurity with bullshit
- If this were Compton I'd unload a full clip on you niggas
- Drink Hennessy and say I ain't missing you niggas
- Cause that's the truth, So experienced in my adolescent youth
- That any attempt to attack my persons is shot down with truth
- And with truth comes anger, Jealousy spreads fire on paper
- Being spent during my teens, All I got is dreams and you guys shoot it down
- Saying I'm aiming too high right now, Well fucking look at you
- You wanna fuck a lot of bitches and successfully drop outta school
- To have an average life, Drink on average night, Marry an average wife
- And have average kids who fuck up like you did some nights
- When we were together, I don't know why I'm still friends some time but the answer is clearer
- Than my skin when we first met, I understand now that it ain't about sex
- Money, Drugs, Four fives, Drinking with the boys and still prompting to drive
- Its about what you learn and who you are through God, Family comes first even before a well paid job
- Cause being broke is temporary, And money isn't necessary, To a happy life
- You don't need a model to love your wife, You don't need a mansion to sleep in one bed
- And you sure as hell don't need 1,000 Jays for your feet and legs
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- But we all different and we value things of wisdom, Or apparent beauty
- Like on your birthday I was the first to give you a present
- And I still said no to my moms, He's relevant
- But somehow you prove me wrong, I spend all night writing these songs
- I'll only rap once, Until I hit the studio then I'm done
- I'll pick up the mic and a new weapon, And further lead myself towards personal progression
- This rap is experimental, So grab all your pencils and take down some notes
- On how to live like I do, With God and hope
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