Papi K - Limitless

My limit it's limitless
I say that as my credit card reached its limit, fuck
Wit me, never dealt dimes or nickels, but by 2 quarters my album doing 50 Cent
Numbers on that Larry June flow, got crypto by the load
If we talking 'bout myself? I never sold when it got low
Every fucking song I got bang on the low
And if you don't agree you prolly lame or I hit ya hoe
Niggas thought I got this handed to me on a gold plate
Now how the hell, when my fam in third world want food no plate?
Nigga, mistook me for some regular dude
Making... regular moves in some regular shoes
Only thing regular is my irregular views that I would view in few dreams
'Cause I never would snooze
Moves made had me stressin' with no couple of brews
No therapist, this me venting to you
I'm done having bros who truly, not my bros
Kickin' with my foes, they slick? Nigga no
Nowadays niggas bitches
It's sad, but forreal they prolly watching as I spit this
And hopefully they feel this and feel some realer feelings
If not, I ain't tripping; they could spectate from the bleachers, hm
As we get deeper into it man let me speak to Cbus
You know why they dont see us? In this town no believers
The land of dead dreams and complacent living
The version of the old you is now an apparition
As you looking back regret it start settle, and you settle, but excuses and effort?
Both come from decision
Listen, negativity do shit for your spirit
So when you see a go-getter, then tell his ass "go get it!"
Limitless is the limit, she and he could take it
That spot reserved for you and only you, including your purpose
So really fate in your favor
Don't ever get it mistaken
This movie yours in the making
And God directing all the turns and directions, I think about when reflecting
Where'd I be if I had graduated college semesters?
Probably not around weapons
And people fake flexing
It's crazy you don't experience this shit in Midwest'n
I step out my comfort zone to a coast so alone
Grating provolone, sending cheese to my bitches phone
The lifestyle draining tell mama I'm coming home
These bitch ass niggas ain't fuckin' with me though
On the low, I would peep game to learn me some finesse
From white dudes owning jets, I just play this out like chess
Need a queen is it yes? Is it no?
At my best? Nigga no, I'm in a whole different mode
The kids are listening so I can't act a fool
I'm different, as a little man envisioning a sky written with saying:
I swear my fuckin' limit limitless
My limit is limitless, my limit is limitless
My limit so limitless, I'm out the abyss
How many can beat the block?
How far could go the bar?
The limit is limitless, it's limitless... (Woo)

Written by:
Adam Katabay

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