G.R.E - Adapt

Yea they got hits, but they don't got talent
I'm back on my shit, just how I planned it
I ran it, I'm tired, my engine on high and I feel the exhaust
Never have problems with being a boss
Invest in my self, I'm taking my shots
Across all of the avenues, never a pause
Maybe a loss for now, but later I'll get the applause
Collecting the check, connecting the dots
Expecting projected directions of Gaining acceptance,
Reflecting on how I done made it on top, holding my spot
Forward the movement, I never back peddle
Or meddle with people who not taking chances or playing their odds
Even if they raise their hands, I'm going all in and taking the pot
Yea, I only compete against the me of the past
My old shit much harder than all of your raps
My new shit embarrasses all of your trash
Your best shit can't go against my weakest draft
On a new wave and I only make slaps
I listen to ignorant shit to relax
Lately been bumping valee,
Baby voice carti and nonchalant 6lack
Music is changing I gotta adapt
Shorten the songs gotta cut out the gap
All I hear now is Microwave rap
Reheating the same shit, sounding like crap
People be talking, I gotta go laugh
They don't know what I got tucked in the stash
Hundreds of songs, each better than last
Floating on beats, I been weaving my raft

Gotta make em all second guess, put the pressure to their chest
Make their heart beat fast, when you catching them at rest
Focus hard, never miss, Working sharp, cutting stress
They work hard, on the fence, I work hard, using sense

I trust in myself and I'm picking a side
Putting one foot where the other resides
I'm not doing splits, not on top of the line
I'm going one way, if I'm wrong, then its fine
People be acting like they can't be wrong
People just do what they hear in a song
I got all my values I try to hold on
It gets kinda hard when exposed to it all
Calling my kinfolk I gotta stay rooted
And grounded, where all of my truth can be counted
I can't leave behind fall and ruin the fountain of youth that my fam had established
Never no malice in habits that radiate all through the atlas
Its hard to go demolish everything practiced
Once its ingrained in your blood
Shit, nothing can be done about it
Figure it out, baby steps and you climb
Life is a shotclock, make it in time
Hours are limited, I got no limits
I just go and propel myself to the sky
Once I touch down, there's no running back
Turning the corners not raising the flag
I'm in my zone, I'm all in my bag
Never will fumble, that shit in the past
Embracing the downs, keep moving closer
And towards a goal, shooter the scorer
I'm not playing soccer, but kicking it forward
If I'm looking back, I'm living in torture
Continue the marathon shits never over
RIP Nipsey, we follow your orders
So much pain we keep inside of our borders
Let it all out, don't try to control it

Written by:
Giuliano Rengifo

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