Came up Independent as fuck
crushed by dumb luck
life’s road bumps
wouldn’t let me hold love
ran with blood lust
punch up numb nuts
bum rush the show off, a slow burn
my soul yearns for a growth spurt
post earth
sex sells, with no shirt
watch the dough surf
drown underneath the dope perch
no search
age is nothing but a number
too old for hot boy summer
go slumber
album drops, sold low numbers
bummer off the quantity over quality
still do it for the love, no animosity
honestly, my bars are for the homies in yard
but why is it all so hard?