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Potential is a fucked up thing
Potential is the reason that I’m staying the same
Potentially detrimental if imma rap this shit honest
But potential is the reason I even became an artist
So honestly…where you see me in five years?
Am I among my peers or a product of fear?
You see…
19 was grimy, I met my comfort where I be
The realization was timely but honestly didn’t like it
Not psychic, just an idealist who touches base with his feelings
The deal was, get it straight then the freedom will come your way
But today, it’s not enough and tomorrow is more the same
Niggas who play the game never come out sane
I’m saying it’s not a difference tween prospects and their indifference
Cause MAYBE you’ll hit it big, or MAYBE you end up Biggie
And really it’s not the records it’s really bout who you would be
If circumstance a movie, it’s just a bunch of bonus scenes
Showing you all the things these characters could be, it’s potential
Potential is cruel
Potential is honest
Potential unconscious
Potential is the reason that you woke up yesterday
Potential is the chances that you always ‘sposed to take
Potential is cruel
Potential is honest
Potential unconscious
Potential is the reason that you woke up yesterday
Potential is the promise that you not supposed to make
I didn’t start rapping for jokes
I didn’t start rapping for my folks
I didn’t start rapping for the culture
It’s just what I could manage to do the shit that I’m sposed to
Sporadic my approach to these lyrics, every victory pyrrhic
Every day’s another theory on timeframes, the precipice of my brain
I visited today, it told me "go a lil harder," I just started
The clock been ticking, layered across the lyrics
You second guessing the stress and find it as disrespect
When I’m rapping to clear my head, laying these thoughts to bed
Just a shred of neglect will make a nigga start reflect
It’s not secure, but promise you that it’s pure desperation, elation, contempt, and joy
The boy is ambitious but lacking a sense of civics
A single thing I’m given will spiral unless I pivot
So promise me that you with it
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damn cold summer
01:53
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My trauma’s not a bug, it’s just a feature
Your trauma’s not a bug it’s just the-
My trauma’s not a bug, it’s just a feature
Your trauma’s not a bug it’s just the-
My trauma’s not a bug, it’s just a feature
Your trauma’s not a bug it’s just the-
My trauma’s not a bug, it’s just a feature
My trauma’s not a bug it’s just a…
If I told you this the realest shit I wrote would you believe me?
This writing thing come so easy, I’m told that I was born for these records
Instead I’m constantly fed up on how creation fell short
Or how I’m losing the course of all my writings
The thing is my anger’s tightened
Aligning the times I crashed out, nigga we talking cash now
And ion like disputes about money, dummy
I’m from a place you ain’t been, our single only thing to a trend was a murder
Remembered right on the curb of where I grew up
With women that kept me tough and ambitions that stoked the fire
Conspired, in this dirty cop man mission where crackers think I’m Christian
Then shame the beliefs I'm given
It’s not different, just pain driven
You hear it in the lyrics cause rappers earn the attention
It’s a given as I stumble through the motions
Of black men making commotion I represent in this moment
A Yeezy writing his thesis or K Dot shooting his shot at the system
A simultaneous victim and still some kind of oppressor
But all my words feel suppressed n all our deaths feel impressive
Incessantly in the press, this kind of shit is depressing
And at the same time so stressful, but go figure
I’m the nigga that’s always holding the gun and then end up facing one
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Thank Me
02:17
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Something sensible that clarifies my senses
While sinking into this web of destruction, the whole design got a function
I’m given peace on arrival, merica fresh for the taking
I let it run with the makings and it comes back in a blur
You know that word is a bondage, they reminisce over you
Castrated dues and a promise that you gon get it for momma
Few niggas rap for a day job, all of ‘em close to a gutter
Surpassing numbers like “what if you really got it?”
Stop faking, it’s just a hobby…
My nigga it’s just a hobby, but what if I really got it
Come find me between the solace of loving when not needed
Been shown it’s a tough feeling to grow for your folks
Ain’t gotta stunt for the fam, plenty of nights I felt damned
But still gotta rope I can grab, new sentiments in my pen
It’s been a few wars in this man, I shed the belief that I’m him
More of a product of what I’m given, necessitating these feelings
Been dealing with deadly cycles, promise I’m not a psycho
Just ambitious, at least that’s my opinion
I’m the one who live it, I’m the one who make it
Stake it on my platform for all these raps boys
You still gotta go, and trust I still gotta grow
Still gotta grow for my folks
Still gotta grow for my fam
Still gotta grow for my mom
Still gotta grow for my dad
Still gotta grow for my bro
Still gotta grow for my sisters
Still gotta grow with the hope
That people growing with us
Still gotta go for my folks
Still gotta go for my fam
Still gotta go for my mom
Still gotta go for my dad
Still gotta go for my bro
Still gotta go for my sisters
Still gotta act like I know where I’m going nigga
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