L.O.G Rez - The One

Writing rhymes before I knew how to spit
Just snotty nosed rez kid
Running back pins
loading them rigs
Burning Daly rubber
smelling like cigs
Playing my cards since I was six
The world against me
What you know bout risk
Feeling the draft and drift
Being broke I don't miss
Hyperthetic hypercritics
Slamming a fifth
Talking smack
Then they stand with a fist
I keep it real
I don't need to write a diss
It's that cowboy way
Mixed with some thuggish ness
In this world
All I got is my huevos and my word
You think I bust them for anybody your absurd
From the desert
Caught the wave
Watch me surf
Earned my feather
Finally paid
Broke the curse
Found my worth
Did it without a perm
Did it without skinnys
Did it without settling for pennies
I ain't stealing minis
Still got my dignity
Equal friends and enemies
Imma boss ain't worried where they sending me
Imma shark
They live in anenemies
One step by me
Is a hunnid feet
Like a centipede
Pack of studs disturbing the peace
Like a standpede
Child please
Ain't nothing you can impede
Made big moves while y'all was simping
Aunty played you out
And you though you was pimping
Cross the wrong yard
And my dawg leave you limping
Bills 3 months ahead
I chase my daily bread
Chasing a mansion in the city
Cuz Navajos nation playing with me
Can't get a homestead
I'm a asset they don't know that
It's like majic they don't show that
I make them reminisce like a throw back
I persevered
Set myself apart
I don't care bout pop charts
Where your flow at
Standing on bidness for hometown
We don't bow down for no man
It's a showdown
We gone get em packing like a nomad
It's a hoe down
You don't wanna see my aunty throw down
Around these parts we don't care bout pronouns
What comes around goes around
Ten toes for the tree
My roots in this ground
Product of my environment
I love how that sound
No matter the rough
I never lied down
Always fought back
10 steps ahead
I can't have no drawbacks
Swear I was Born for greatness like Staubach
Where my uncle Jean Claude at?
Said Swear I was Born for greatness like Staubach
Where my uncle Jean Claude at?
pops was like rocky
unc was like the Rock
People's champ what you thought?
This lane ain't paved for underdawgs
My soul can't be bought
I got way too much heart
That can't be taught

Written by:
Luke Gibson

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