Jett Rodgers - Palace Floor

I will not accept my fate I'll attain it
Fear in my eyes still painted
Can't stop the hustle
When victory is inside my Hubble
I'm known to stay inside my bubble
Although I'm no stranger to the danger and the trouble
I'll leave the realness to a mumble
So my social circle doesn't crumble
But first I'm on the crutch when they tumble
But humble is what I should be acting more
I'm all red flags like a matador
Find me passed out on the palace floor
Callous sore
From the grind
My bank account got a high score
Find more time to fight a cause that I'd die for
I've fought battles but what is my war
That I wage passionately
It's cause I'm mostly hassle free
Turn dissatisfactory to mastery
Money these days is like getting the master key
Blasting the global catastrophes with more factories
Not much intellect caution to who you select ya

Baby whipping the Mercedes
No way to date me durate me
Maybe past 80 days I'm sorry I'm shady
But ladies They bait me persuade me
Fade me away to yesterday never say a phrase to me again
Maybe streaks they send
Empty as beer cans when they reach my hands
By the end of the night I don't understand why I'm alone where I stand
I did actions all night Dr. Misses Vandertramp
1 man camp
Stamp of disapproval
Notice for removal
Outcast of the social circle
There's no perk though
To all the back stabbing
And the lack of hand grabbing
When you're falling out of reach
Need a teacher who can teach
What is behind that creeping door
That is what a teacher's for
On the exterior I seem inferior
Then I crash the scene
Like a speeding meteor
Teacher said choose the right path but nowadays the right path is varying
I can never walk virtuous when I carry sin
Not satisfied enough when I barely win

Written by:
Jett Rodgers

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