Cxtotheworld - The Audacity

Turn me up in the headphones a little bit
Yeah that's it
Sun and moon in alignment that a sign of my triumph
Eclipsing all of the pressure on my road to be diamond
No success as of late but that won't stop me from trying
Made the wave that you ridding I'm the son of Poseidon
Drip god Percy with a happy ending Like Perseus
Watch how you numb the pain them perkys is merciless
We only care about the body man niggas the thirstiest
Judge a woman by the heart not whose breast is the perkiest
Off-topic I know but that needed to be said
There more to living life then counting bread and getting head
And I hate seeing baby mama drama
Kids being treated like a playbook how to add another comma
Your mama hates your daddy and your daddy hates your mama
Yelling in front of the kids we added up the trauma
I guess that's just typical of black childhoods
Get some money find a wife to make sure my child's good
Easier said than done
Being tough is what they taught me requirement of a son
So I don't know how to love
Father's only advice don't get trapped so wear a glove
A mother's love was absent, and it shows
How to treat a woman is some shit that I don't know
I guess I gotta grow And deal with my shortcoming
But still I'm out here chasing this paper that forthcoming
The world trying to take me by force and I'm still gunning
Far from the win I'm in fourth and still running for the top spot
All of y'all been skipping over steps like it was hopscotch
None of y'all from the dirt all of y'all lab created
Industry plant phones your story was fabricated
Pretending you from the mud it's making me aggravated
Get your own shit
Try to make your own hits
I don't let nobody do it for me I'm always loading my own clips
There's risks to this dream that I'm chasing I embrace them to the fullest
I'm taking all the chances I'm the first to bite the bullet
Got my finger on the trigger never hesitate to pull it
Authentic I don't pretend
We on tour tell 'em back home that I'm missing them
We going across the country From Portland to Michigan
They swear I live on the road I feel like I'm Michelins
The mission is to grind and go after the bread
They tell me if they say it it'll happen instead
Of hard work that's so stupid and it got me seeing red
You manifesting a motherfucking slap to yo head
Wake up, get up, go forth, go in
No want, no work, always equals no wins
Thirty degrees or if it's snowing
I've been
Bodybuilding till the pen muscles showing
I'm up
Writing from the night to the early mornings
To be a mogul like Jay Diddy and Master P
Can't compare you ain't half of me
The audacity
I just wrote a masterpiece
So play it over listen close so you can hear every word that

Written by:
Cari Cari

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