Here I go again Cooking up a flow again Then I go an post the shit and hope somebody notices I sit hoping an waiting For the notification That someone read my poem and they think it’s dope or they hate it I just want some engagement Maybe I should be patient But when you put your work out it’s hard not to be anxious I mean we all got pride You know that thing you got to swallow just to grow inside Something bout syllables, lyrics, an flows It’s a challenge like when you try to steer in the snow But if you balance right, people’s fucking ears will explode When they hear the way you flow It’s like they’re hearing your soul
I see a realist though. The realness glow off the tongue with the syllables. Roles? I don't get into those. Rock steady on the twigs, where they prefer to tip n toe. Sir, I've stayed ready, since I've known. Never had to get in the zone... Most that try to apply same, need a miracle. That's God's work. Never be on the same wave. Submerge me in the scriptures bro. This plain as day. Tryna switch my street colorways to Paisely and Grey. Up my spiff, you know? Overnight? I'm getting payed. Paid burning daylight, just to get in close. Pale moonlight won't make it through this window. So. Here it is, another written. No one to listen. Telling myself maybe I should spit it. Go and hit up a studio. Truly yo, but that's not how my livin' goes.
Beautiful…😮💨
Sample is 🔥
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thats 🔥
heavenly
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Here I go again
Cooking up a flow again
Then I go an post the shit
and hope somebody notices
I sit hoping an waiting
For the notification
That someone read my poem and they think it’s dope or they hate it
I just want some engagement
Maybe I should be patient
But when you put your work out it’s hard not to be anxious
I mean we all got pride
You know that thing you got to swallow just to grow inside
Something bout syllables, lyrics, an flows
It’s a challenge like when you try to steer in the snow
But if you balance right, people’s fucking ears will explode
When they hear the way you flow
It’s like they’re hearing your soul
🔥🔥🔥
I see a realist though.
The realness glow off the tongue with the syllables.
Roles?
I don't get into those.
Rock steady on the twigs, where they prefer to tip n toe.
Sir, I've stayed ready, since I've known.
Never had to get in the zone...
Most that try to apply same, need a miracle.
That's God's work.
Never be on the same wave.
Submerge me in the scriptures bro.
This plain as day.
Tryna switch my street colorways to Paisely and Grey.
Up my spiff, you know?
Overnight?
I'm getting payed.
Paid burning daylight, just to get in close.
Pale moonlight won't make it through this window.
So.
Here it is, another written.
No one to listen.
Telling myself maybe I should spit it. Go and hit up a studio.
Truly yo, but that's not how my livin' goes.
Yooooo, this was dope! And you should record I’d love to hear the flow