Teeayebee - Trying to Come Up

Prosperous thoughts I think
Smoking on something that stink
At J house watching class act laughing at mink
Ima 90s nigga somewhat a grimy nigga
N deez stlouis streets where to find me nigga
Optimistic realistic gifted da flo is exquisite
I talk cryptic cuz we know alexa listens
To u this beat simple but to me its perfect
Finna surface deez clowns n da circus is nervous
Comparing us like a purse at target next to a birkin
Beats im murking u urking calling not trying to purchase
My nigga whats yo purpose filthies b lurking
Reason im low key now cuz it just aint worth it
N my own lane ion sound like none of these lames
To make good music is my aim dirty simple n plain
Bobbing yo head the same as giving me praise
Getting better over time like wine thats aged
Ion portray an image
N ion care if u feel it
Im just somebody who b spitting
Being real is my gimmick
Im just surviving day to day
n a world thats wicked
Trying come up on a meal ticket
Trying to turn dreams to reality like fat pat
Categorize the way I spit as reality rap
Around cats run laps thats a fact no cap
Y boast n brag when u clearly hear me wrecking this track
Im producing now so aint no slowing down
Born leader never been the 1 to follow a crowd
2 kids killed yesterday above my city dark clouds
As I write this somewhere somebody asking how
Visualize seven billion people n line
Moving forward unaware of a date n time
I paint a picture so vivid u cant help but to c it
I close my eyes n c crime scenes families grieving
Everyday fighting demons but goals im steady achieving
The time we live n right now is the evilest season
Just being honest when I say im just thankful im breathing
Cuz we live n a world where trust has no meaning

Written by:
Timothy Bolden

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