NYM - Lightning Bolt

I tell you something think I feel it coming
I've been better than ever worried I'll peak and then I'm nothing
Weak number waiting for the summer
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by the side of my idol soul
And do a ride along get to write a song
I don't think it's finite but I right the wrong
I can draw a fine line but it might be long
Don't deny my shine is desirable
Cause when I rhyme and flow it's like a lightning bolt
Electric training so I can save up a solid
Bit of cash I can ration it weigh out all of the options
Hit the bank to make an album paying out of the pocket
Summer break after college record it polish and drop it
If nothings adding up you didn't want it bad enough
I guess I'll saddle up and face the fact I'm still an amateur
But that's the plan is to never run out of stamina
And take advantage of the way I take some beats and damage em
So strike like anaconda I won't stand around to
Watch my chance go down the
Drain my damn account to spam the ammo out
Because I am about to
Spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by the side of my idol soul
And do a ride along get to write a song
I don't think it's finite but I right the wrong
I can draw a fine line but it might be long
Don't deny my shine is desirable
Cause when I rhyme and flow it's like a lightning bolt
Ok check the gauge on the gas so I can make it to class
And sit there and just imagine what it would mean to have it
What it would mean to pass this
What it would mean to give up on a dream for a factory
But ashes always go back to ashes
So maybe it means nothing if we end up in a casket
And lastly I've embraced I'm a rapper
Don't wanna waste away running wire bending backwards
So I think I feel it coming
I've been better than ever worried I'll peak and then I'm nothing
Weak number waiting for the summer
Dealing with a buffer when you're coming from the gutters
I'ma spit fire though wire of microphones
I'ma retire on piles of ice and gold
Bout to sit by the side of my idol soul
And do a ride along get to write a song
I don't think it's finite but I right the wrong
I can draw a fine line but it might be long
Don't deny my shine is desirable
Cause when I rhyme and flow it's like a lightning bolt

Written by:
James Johnson

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