Travis Isaiah - yungbloomer.

Yeah, he gon' work it out, say he gon'
Gotta make sure my mama good, make sure my homies straight
Wait, when I get on, we all getting a plate
Gotta get straight to the cake, wait
Any moment that that rent was due, ma dukes won't a minute late
Yeah, when I couldn't afford to feed myself, my niggas make sure that I ate
Yeah, that's the type shit I appreciate
That's why I go hard in the paint, that's why I ain't got time to wait
Y'all praying for dimes today
We praying for rhymes today
We praying we find a way, we praying we shine today
We pray that our goal and our dreams align with our fate
That's why we grind this way, I'm trying to get out of this place
Wait, see y'all got to tres to fuck out my face
'For I air this bitch out, and won't leave a trace
I told you before, I wasn't okay
But with my mental you still wanna play?
I want smoke to the roach
When it come to T, watch how you approach
I'd rather smoke green and I just coast
I don't want minimum freedom for doing the most
See, a young nigga gotta stay focused
All bad vibes gotta go ahead
I ain't gon' ask, nor I'm gon' beg
I'm just gon' do me regardless
Ha, ha, woo
Y'all niggas in fear cause y'all Godless
Ha, ha, woo
Yeah, word up to God for the ideas
Ha, ha, woo
Y'all niggas in fear cause it's my year
Ha, ha, woo
Y'all niggas in fear, how this out here
Ha, ha, woo
Y'all niggas in fear, hottest out here
Ha, ha, woo
Late bloomer, let's get it

Written by:
Travis Lane

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