| Ramadan is leaving |
| Time is fleeting and my mind is speeding |
| I’m a seeker so I believe everything that I’m in need of, I’m receiving |
| I’m tryna get it right while I’m still breathing |
| And my heart’s still beating |
| A OG said, «I don’t care about what you call God |
| Or think about God |
| Long as you don’t think you are God» |
| I feel that, it’s real rap |
| Never claim to have all the answers, but I’ve seen where they revealed that |
| And what layers to peel back |
| Snare drums still smack |
| Laces in the Adidas sneakers are still fat |
| My pedigree is still facts |
| Don’t ever think that the tailored slacks |
| And pinky rings and fedora hats |
| Mean I’m not spitting the rawest raps |
| I love all these cats |
| Spit it how you live it, just forgive me if I’m not tryna expose my heart to |
| that |
| Them drugs done killed too many of my loved ones |
| And, a synonym for me to want any parts of that |
| I don’t even know if you’re listening right now |
| You might click and listen to it, though you might swipe down |
| It’s how my life sound right now |