Ambition Remix

[Hook]: I'm trynna give my life a transition Imma gain and achieve what others are wishin' [Verse 1]: I've felt depression in my soul Questioning my role Am I destined or was I just thinking reckless with my goal Should I put in more effort with this emphasis to blow This ain't the Exorcist but yet the kid's possessive with the flow So tell your chick that she could check the measurement below I'll shoot a bullet at your neck to watch it exit through your throat Aggressive and he's known not to mess with when he's zoned Poppin' X's till he's stoned Coppin' Benzes when he on In a world that's been overrun with ignorance It's hard for anyone to hold their innocence A couple reefer hits to get me feeling limitless It makes it easier to spill these sentences I plan to smoke until, till my throat is overfilled Know some folks that grow some kill Got my goals to blow some mills Spending nights on this damn mission Living right with this ambition Grip this mic with a planned vision I'm just tryna give my life a transition [Hook]: Passing through this lobby This passion moves inside me Rappin' dude but they ain't have the gratitude to sign me Attitude is grimy, stash a tool beside me I laugh at you for trying to prove you're acting rude and mighty Sticking through this mission, to get theses dudes to listen The kid's the truth because he spits as sick as superstitions Living through ambition, Imma get this new position The quickest moves as if the kid had tricks to fool magicians Lock and load the chamber Stop to hold my anger Rock and roll's my nature Watch me stop to pose for papers Heart is cold as glaciers Got the hottest flow in ages On the road to Vegas With my partna's smoking vapors I'll grip a pen till empty Bitches tend to tempt me I'm distancing a friend the second that I sense some envy Jealous, he's pretending I'm his dude that he's defending My life is like a movie You have yet to see the ending [Hook]: Verses gettin' realer My purpose gettin' clearer They hate on most but never judge the person in the mirror Burning on some killer that I've purchased off my dealer Working for this scrilla Tryna earn me up a villa Words be packin' punches These birds will pass assumptions Murder tracks destruction While you nerds will lack production These girls will pass seduction Once they heard him at the function World is passed corruption Headed towards a mass eruption So here's an open letter Fears and hopes and pleasures These years of feeling hopeless taught me how to cope with pressure I'll clear the coldest weather Put in tears to soak a sweater Feeling focused, now the kid is here to blow this chedder I rap to make a livin' Tracks will pay commission Grab an eighth so I can blaze then pass the flame like Pippen You bastards claim you spittin' But your tracks are train collisions You should plan to make revisions Or make a motherfuckin' transition [Hook]: