Formerly LEN and Wesdorp - LEN Pack

Yeah
Dallas
Formerly
Never took a shortcut on this path
Thin line, short circuit on the dash
My pockets would hurt, came out of the dirt
But shit gon' be perfect with this cash
No cap
This ain't no race bitch I'm right where I'm posed to be
Out on the road
Cut off relations with people who act like they close to me
Don't fuck with a soul
Ain't no mistaking the people who hated are back
Cause they know my potential is gold
These reparations, I'm flexing it right in they face if I gotta
But that ain't the goal
Smoking that LEN pack for the man I used to be
I'm on a roll
They ask the price, I tell 'em no
Can't sign with these labels that shit is a joke
Tryna be nice, I gotta go
They watching my moves feel like I'm on parole
Leaving me stranded well I'm tryna grow
Surrounded by plants imma grind on my own
Yeah
Sorry for the wait but it's about the balance
I tried to give myself a challenge
Shoutout to Kobe he knew he saw talent
Told Giannis to win MVP he ain't doubt it
They foul me, still get the bucket and count it
And 1... 2, 3, 4 biting my style
Got your first dub in a while
Time to make a dogpile
Cause I been down for it
I'm on my way up
I tried to bring everyone with me
But feelings reciprocated ain't the same
They talking while I'm staying busy
I'm a performer the latter can't fathom a ladder
You moving in slow-mo
Totem pole
Stay at the bottom, I carved me a lane
While you desperately fit in a role
They just be patiently waiting for someone to slip
So they be the first to say gottem
Everyone falling like dominos
Fit a pattern and you gon' be dropping fore autumn
I know first hand you start from the bottom
But I been tryna get my golden ticket
All that you said I couldn't do I did it
And then you start lighting my pack
Well bitch I wasn't finished
I was just playing the cards that I was dealt
Time for you to read 'em and weep
You jokers thought you could get one up on me
But I was just taking it easy
This is a gentlemen's sweep
Cause I was a fool I was nice cause I gave you a feat
You couldn't give me a tweet
Cause you were afraid cause I slaughtered you over that beat
I'm the better emcee
In fact I could take
Anybody who's on your team
I'mma let you know
Never paid for promo and I never paid for fake streams
Who the fuck is this kid
You calling yourself a king
Well you wish your music was mid
Cause this ain't no fake beef
You wish you could escape me
I'm the one that you ain't see
This ain't no race bitch I'm right where I'm posed to be
Out on the road
Cut off relations with people who act like they close to me
Don't fuck with a soul
Ain't no mistaking the people who hated are back
Cause they know my potential is gold
These reparations, I'm flexing it right in they face if I gotta
But that ain't the goal
Smoking that LEN pack for the man I used to be
I'm on a roll
They ask the price, I tell 'em no
Can't sign with these labels that shit is a joke
Tryna be nice, I gotta go
They watching my moves feel like I'm on parole
Leaving me stranded well I'm tryna grow
Surrounded by plants imma grind on my own
Yeah

Written by:
Mike Elyian

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