I wish that I could know when I’m gonna hit the top
Cause every track I make could be the line between a flop and a bop
Everybody cravin music for the bar hop
Heads bob to the beat but duck at the sight of a cop
But they never drop a drink, cause drunks have never purchased a mop
I know that line’s ridiculous, but you realize that it’s not
That far fetched
I got a love for the treble clef
I’m making toast while I’m bumping Mos Def
But the referee in my mind says “is this really worth while?”
I just love making shit, it’s the pursuit to never be idle
Never build idols if they flawed
Some people think making art is license to be a god
Every artist speaking mystically is a fraud
Don’t believe those assumptions of grandeur
Don’t be surprised when your favorite rapper doesn’t have an answer
When you ask what key they hit song was in
Cause all they did was drop an instrumental into Ableton
(Keep it fresh)
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
(Keep it fresh)
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
(Keep it fresh)
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
(Keep it fresh)
You hear the bass, bass, bass, bass
Keep it fresh like this song ain’t derivative as hell
Never play fair, homie, like I’m bumping MARKEL
Got a product to sell, gotta let the vibes gel
Sit on it for a minute, send it out on the cell
This shit is worldwide, never let it die, head in the sky
Fly by higher than my girl’s mood when she sipping on a chai
Or maybe when Giannis gets a facial from Kawhi
And I try to never cry even though the music got me reminiscing
To when things was simple, maybe not simple but definitely different
I’m never tripping, everything I got, that’s how I’m living
What’s the point of existing if it isn’t your all you’re giving?
Like you fall in love with someone but you just in it for the friction
Or hating on someone only just to say “pardon my diction”
Man, that’s vocally pissing
I hold my verses to higher standards
I wipe the dirt off, keep the elbows down and mind my manners
Cause these lines matter
Don’t wanna hear that chatter behind my back
Don’t need dirty money, my bars are clean on every track
Slide in well with the money counter counting up racks
Well, I mean I I’m closer to that than I’ve ever been before
Cause I wanted more, impossible to ignore
Founded the foul on a trey like I’m going four score
Made the beat melt like s’mores
Swept the competition out like this shit was a chore
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