Cassius Thompson - The Rich & Aimless

Lately I've been way less aimless, the young nameless
The young never gone claim stress
Cause shit get old, but I'm tryna be free
Tryna live every day for the better of we
But it truly gotta start with the better of me
Can't help those you want, if yourself ain't free
Can't help those who front, like they perfect, be
Like they never made mistakes, like they can't be beat
Never took no L's? No that can't be me
Cause I grew from them L's so I can be me
So I speak my life so candidly
Over can't be beats
Cause I can't be beat
At being me, no ya'll niggas ain't original
You all sound the same, it's so fixable
You gotta make your mark or you gotta keep digging so
The focus indivisible, gold in the visual when it ain't conditional

Cause we way less aimless, they can't tame us
The young lions ain't mane-less
We roam for the pride and we die no guess
If the cubs and the love still get to be blessed
Oh yes, no less, know we less aimless, they can't tame us
The young lions ain't mane-less
We roam for the pride and we die no guess
If the cubs and the love still get to be blessed
Oh yes, no less

My finesse stuck on cold, no less than bold
When a nigga get to old, no less than gold
That's the goals, hit the foes, no less, they fold
Laser-like, in control, no stress, composed
Still the same until it's gen with the wealth
And it's still the same cause the wealth is the health
Yes it's still the same, turn the health into help
Pay it forward man cause the help can compel
Future gens and descendants to win
Them defendants, no pin, no jail that's stuck within
The innocent men and women who tend to blend
When they story ain't told cause they ain't trending, that's them
Why they fade to black in the back when attacked
Why these kids ain't safe when at school with the pack
Changes they ain't make cause they slow to react
Crocodile tears on they face, seeing that

Is why I'm way less aimless, they can't tame us
The young lions ain't mane-less
We roam for the pride and we die no guess
If the cubs and the love still get to be blessed
Oh yes, no less, know we less aimless, they can't tame us
The young lions ain't mane-less
We roam for the pride and we die no guess
If the cubs and the love still get to be blessed
Oh yes, no less

My finesse stuck on cold, no less than bold
When a nigga get to old, no less than gold
That's the goals, hit the foes, no less, they fold
Laser-like, in control, no stress, composed

Written by:
Timothy Boykin

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