like i’m leo in titanic,
taking some time out
from #15 for this one,
the legend of the fall,
am i abel or brad?
doesn’t matter, this
is when i come alive.
patiently waiting for
the new one to drop,
but i take my time and
i make sure it’s right,
and i know just how to
keep them waiting and
i give them my hundred
every single small time.
push out so much,
not even logic can
keep up with this,
like the boy drake said
i live in my workplace,
i mean no disrespect,
i can’t diss like eminem,
but the day that i go
put out a bad poem
is the day nicki admits
that travis got to #1 and
did it fair and square.
i’m not a rapper, no,
but i write in rhythm,
i bet i’d be in demand
for these new schoolers.
lil xan need a ghostwriter?
not like he can spit anyway,
“i’m rich! i’m rich!” but he
can’t handle hot cheetos.
my words hit harder than
the xans, pumps, and uzis,
so what i don’t get views?
i won’t clout-chase for that.
i learned it from maya,
thrive, don’t just survive,
and i learned it from poe,
will i ever fail? nevermore.
was told not to be God, so
i’ll keep paving my way,
it’ll be written like nas,
but it’ll come from me,
a poet never sleeps so
i’ll keep pushing through,
light and dark, both soon,
took a break but back to it.
gotta love it.
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