J. MannDa4TuneTella - Butterfly

More than a decade ago
Was 15 years old perfecting the flow
Had a real gift all I really did was spit
Was living in the Rex
I ain't gotta say what's next
They will four five you
They will glock you
On my block they will smiff
I, robot
So I thought why not rap about ops getting dropped
Like that one ride at Wonderland what a plan
With my pen in hand wrote about pulling drivebys
In my minivan
Like a newspaper you will be nuff read
Millimeter pump lead
It goes down on these blocks like a crossword puzzle
You do not want trouble
That was all up in my writtens
Like, you don't wanna use the mittens, for the clippin
Cuz when you put the clip in, uh
It might to get to slippin
He might get to kickin and pick it up
Then you get lifted up
Better cop some sticky gloves, yup
I was on the same shit that Pac was on
Same shit that the Mobb was on
But I was not a Don
I was having fun
Thank god my music didn't touch the ears of the man who was having none
Yo, cuz of my environment
That's the shit that I was rhymin with
Yeah we pulled some missions but if we got caught
We prolly would've got zero time for it
Didn't stop us from filling our rhymes with bricks
Pulling out fake guns for the camera and shit
Pretend to be sick
Eventually, the Inner me
Heard me be an industry actor G
So i quit fo' They can be clapping me

What was weighing over my head - what's that
Is maybe that I'll drown cuz I'll be in way over my head
Y'all even heard what I said
About the waves being over my head
The main reason why I'm over and dead
Wrote this in my head
Turn the page over and said
You're staring at the end
Better believe the game's over my friend
Writing with the same pen since grade 10
But didn't live a life so I had to pretend
Writing with a pen until the sheet's end
About ending beef when getting heat and
Pointing at an enemy and squeezing
See I thought that skills was enough for a million bucks
All I gotta do is rap about hittng em up
We had kids looking up to us
Like a plane in the sky
But we were so high
We could put our mother fucking name in the sky
Your vision ain't shit if your third eye blind
We were living in hopelessness
Yeah we know this kid
But not noticing
He focusing
On the bullshittin
We always in
And he's thinking
That what we sing is non-fiction
We miss the witnessing
Of a birth of a G who really can bring
Beef to anyone, yes even if he's king
Stay warm in the winter with the heat they bring
But we were not listening
To the cries for help
If you keep your eyes open you can spot the signs for help
But we were too busy nodding out
We deserve to die in hell

In present day
Met a dude from around the way
Knew him since he was a kid
But now he's aged
And now he's paid
He made himself into a renegade
Anytime he touch the road his pants are heavily weighed
He's heavily paid
No word of a lie he sell straps for the rent to be paid
Hasn't really had enemies made
Cuz he stays cold like hypothermia
He might be burnin ya If he hasn't heard of ya
Might be turning up and might be forcing ya
To lift your weight to see if you pussies get a fucking hernia
Met him on the map
Give the man a dap
Pulled up in a ride and we started rolling up
Started smoking bud and then he told me stuff
Exactly what he and his homies done
Then he puffed twice
Spit an ode to my old life
My word my heart almost went bezerk
When he referred to the guns that we would show
In on our videos
That's when he would know
That this is a path that he would go
I was about to talk but I start to cough
Cuz I took a puff but I mustered up
Enough mumbled stuff to cut him off
Fam, those guns were all fake
Yo we must've all took like 12 takes
Yo, how many lives you take
Matter fact don't answer that
Don't you ever in your life dare answer back
Did you really think that my raps
Would show proof that I really was bagging crack
What the fuck is this shit homie?
All these blicks on you
You will not put this shit on me
Ash on the blunt no puffs were took
We both looked at each other with disgusted looks
Him to me cuz fake heats were used
Me to him for being easily influenced
We both sat in silence
Feelin old and tired like a car with mileage
Then he start to smiling
Said there's mans in these streets who are actually wilding
And he one of them I happen to know
He no hero
He moves like a rodeo
He cold like 40 below zero
Better slow your roll and know your role
Like a broadway show
Cuz you never know who's watching slow
Gotta let your brothers know
Gotta let your sisters, sons and daughters know
Life is not a joke
You can caught up in a lot of woes
Don't worry about ones on the block making Gs from a lot of rolls
You should only worry about the honour roll
Stay true to yourself like your honest yo
Anything you dream is probable
Stay away from the streets if possible
But If you gotta do, cuz your pockets got dirt in it
Don't let it be permanent
Get the worst of it
Out the way quick don't develop a thirst for it
Your funds should never be an estimate
Make sure you're investing in it
Cuz wasting it is not in your best interest
True Story

Written by:
Japjot Mann

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