Seven - TWENTY19

Windshields turnin into drum loops
New day hit me wit a one-two
Rain tap dancin on the sunroof
Same face lately, I got one mood
Days blendin together like watercolors
It’s funny that feelin rhythm the reason I’m goin under now
It’s been the same beat, every high and low gettin drowned out
Niggas always givin me the runaround
Runnin from my mind, feel like I’m runnin outta time
Like Linus, holdin onto childhood objects
Wounds from the words I ain’t learned how to dodge yet
Soon every verb turn the world to a project
Sometimes I just wanna chill
Even then I be plottin on some how to run the world shit
Sometimes I just wanna feel
Even then, I’m too focused not to run away a girl quick
Ambition both ways a revolving door
At least I told you, you don’t wonder what you called me for
At times, I be asking God what he involved me for
But I suppose everybody got a place and time
When I’m in the space of mind to think, I still got hella questions
Like those of us who ever got up off the block
And it’s a lot of us that did, but still a lot of us did not
What separates our purpose, is it God or was it not?
Everything gon happen for a reason but this year felt like a season where I had to put too many clues together
And I wish so many people didn’t really have to leave us, but
Who am I to judge?
Truly, who was I to love?
Still I got a mission and, you know me, who am I to budge?
Everything is give and take, I’m givin all I give for Zae
I told Milan he on wherever, I say what I mean and ay
I really need them dollars I’m requestin for convenience’s sake
You don’t want no problems, Kit-Kit Chano, you gon need a break
Even when my life is goin slowly, I can’t get complacent
I was born a ruler, no Derulo, I perform like Jason
Fuck it, mask off, I wasn’t fuckin wit none of you niggas when I was performing my ass off
Now I’m performing on another level, I still want a rollie, copped another Bezel
You gon have to show me, I don’t feel the pressure
Thank you to Kobe, I don’t see the effort
I need a Tony, Oscar and a Presi
They want me to sign, imma hit em wit hesis, uh
Not for a check and a Chevy, shit
I need my name to be heavy
Dropped a 70, I feel like Devin Booker, who ahead of me?
I’m steadily, risin how I wanted, I’m ahead of beef
Still ain’t in no drama but some niggas at my head it seems, this gon be the record that’s gon really put they head at ease
And if you still got questions when you see me, you can leave em where I last was
And if you ain’t got love for me then you gon prolly see me where the cash was
If you ain’t comin up wit me, I’m bout to show you niggas what the dash do
Cuz everything I love is what I’m reppin, that’s the reason that it’s tattooed
“Who that nigga Chico think he is?” I’m like, “Who he is”
I just copped my ‘guette like I’m Corey in the newest digs
I am not a shooter but I do not need a new assist
Cuz I can move like I don’t know nobody nigga, who is this?
I’m tryna hop on the map, I’m just bein honest
I got people I gotta put on
I made a couple more moves just to seal my promise
I’m gon get exactly what I want

Written by:
Richard Townsell

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