Shawn Clark - Frying Pan Freestyle

I feel lost a lot
Lost in mind
Lost in thought
I feel lost in time
With too much pride to ask for a guide
I lost a lot
And most of what I lost is time
But I got a lot to go
So I'mma blow before I cross that line
I often jot
But I'm too caught up in these lines
Tryna satisfy somebody
That don't even know who I am
So if you don't like these rhymes
I'll rewrite a hundred times
I'll rewrite a thousand times
I'll rewrite a million times
'Til my hands are callused bruised
I got more to gain than lose
I'm just tryna light my passion
Maybe you can be the fuse
Set me off baby
I ain't felt a lot lately
Passion is a rarity
I'm makin' music barely
And maybe thats a me thang
Maybe thats a world thang
I'm tryna make a hundred mil'
Pop and make the world change
But where should I start
Inside of my heart
Or should I be looking outside
I gotta find that out right
That's how it goes
I used to cop a nice bag to balance out the lows
I used to wanna cop a nine to balance out the foes
Now I don't
But I still gots the ego
So talk to me proper
'Fore you end up deebo'd
'Fore you end up in my past boy
In my past
And once you in my past
We not crossin' paths
I change like the weather
I go through phases
Many faces
You just know me on a friendly basis
I feel like my personality's split
I'm too imaginary for all this reality shit
And when it comes to this shit
I got chivalry
Oops I mean cavalry
Loading up the fuckin' artillery
I die with the sword
I die with what I sworn
I die with whom I came
No type of transforming
I feel my talents swarming
I see the stars conforming
No man will stand against me
Yeah any doubters dormant
All my haters rest in peace kapeesh
I show up to your hospital
Make sure the job's complete
Any nervous feelings I had is obsolete
And trust me
I got more than A-Z got heat yeah
You get the memo
I keep it short and sweet yeah
Hop out the limo
And got the world at my feet
If anybody's gon' make a bag
It's me dawg
I got a couple cards to play
Wait and see dawg
I got a couple things to do before I die
So I gotta keep it movin' like a drive by
So I gotta duck you like autocorrect
It's gotta be me
Gotta be
I gotta be next yeah
It's gotta be
The prodigy
The prophecy
Predicts that my profit will propagate properly
Hypotheses
No
See this what I know
If it's one thing Shawn will secure the doe
See I ain't a business man
But I do enjoy the business
Of bringing in bitches
Dollars and riches
See that what run the station
Nation and world
Instead of dying on my feet
I die lyin' on some green ugh
I got a lion lyin' deep in my jeans
He's in my right pocket
And he's dying to scream
And in my left
I got the sun moon stars and the breeze
And I got something for you to ride lyin' between
A wise man can play the fool
But a fool cant play the wise man
I play all positions I deserve a Heisman
I look around the world and all I see
Frogs in the frying pan
Back then we used to cop a dime bag
Put that shit to my nose 'til I was numb man
Shake the bag and make sure you got it all man
Even put the residue on my gums man
Use it all up and then hit up the weed man
Everyday I was higher than a flight attendant
Every class it was a question whether I'm attending
Wasn't tryna be no chemist or a mathematician
But I do blend
The vocals in they call it mixing ugh
You been
Working but they like to say you missing ugh
I been
On a little bit of intermission
Now I'm back and tryna get it
Get what
That's a hundred million
If I die 'fore I do make it
I'm coming back as a spirit

Written by:
Shawn Clark

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