Lyrics: 
Posted up on granny’s crib bumping Ready to Die.
The ironic thing was that I was ready to die. 
Ceiling fan is spinning while I lay back and prophecize.
Listening to lyrics of the niggas that I idolize. 
If you want a piece of my pain, just stare into my eyes.
Witness all the dried tears and struggles lurking in disguise.
Momma always said: “you’re royalty son”
So I’ll never hold my tongue until my story is sung.
Amongst the masses, spazzing over all this boom bap shit.
Till I cope with problems I’m seeing straight through my glasses.
Till the dope I’m selling gets ripped up out of the package.
My quotes was getting me through my classes.
Never spooked to face the truth, I don’t know what a mask is.
Burned my fears ashes so I can reach the next chapter.
I manufacture these bars so I can murder rappers.
I preach my pain to ease the strain like a muscle relaxer.

Dream is something that ain’t easy to reach.
Me speaking on my problems doesn’t mean that I’m weak. 
Im exhaling all my pain, but it don’t put me at ease. 
So I’ll keep writing these rhymes until I seek out my peace. (2X)


Y’all wasn’t there when them rats pattered past my feet.
Watched the roaches scatter as I shook them shits up out my sheets.
I couldn’t sleep, life put me at my lowest peak.
With no dedication, no inspiration, no will to speak.
AC was broken, had to thug it out in summer heat. 
Momma working every single day so we could fucking eat.
All I had was a notepad, some pens, and a beat. 
Better check your pockets, this knowledge I’m kicking isn’t cheap.
Riding in the hoopty, my older homies would scoop me.
Lighting doobies, ashing blunts before we pulled up at the movies.
Searching for groovy booties, attempting to get the coochie.
To neglect all of our fucked up pasts, like we was off some roofies.
Avoiding goofies, playing cards I was handed.
Self wealth was reprimanded, commanded by all the damage.
Wrote in compositions to calm my position, I was planning.
Regardless of my wrongs, I was writing out my standards.

Mixed/Mastered By Jeremy Torres.
Another Single Off Of My Up And Coming Album 
"Lost Soul"
Shout Out To @Kilamusic For This Beat!!!
SOUTHSIDE!!!

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Recording Artist From The Dirty South.
South Florida Native With Articulate Flows, Meaningful Lyrics, And Braggadocious Rhymes.

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