Sense of Fulfillment

Yeah Yeah, tell yall some shit yeah I would like to welcome you to the future The ball wasn’t in my court I still remain the shooter They don’t give me eye contact like medusa Might turn me into stone my hoop dreams failed So I must be prone to the world of the unknown After school you gotta make it on your own Pockets on empty I’m takin a loan Homie I’m struggling I’m make it known Then they called up my phone I can’t go back home I’m too damn grown But I’m only 17 and I hold my own Cuz my plans was bout to excel I’m in hell so I inhale with exhale Now I’m on the cover of XL Way past you homie I excel my life I’m never rushin I do it for my fam RIP to my nigga Justin Work my whole life I don’t do this shit for nothing So many told me I wasn’t So many broads blushin but I would never cuff em This hip hop shit been lovin So how you gon feel like that I write real rap And I will bite back Mike Vick in the field like that I’m on a mission to save the world Better save yourself homie before you save that girl I was weekend but it wasn’t reaching Now they talking cuz I’m at my peak everybody want a feature Them doubters turned to believers a bucket turned to a beamer Overachiever 'mongst these new school leaders I didn’t listen to teachers got a chick with class We on top of the bleachers money hoes and clothes That’s all a nigga know if so we gone start a wardrobe Them dudes politickin so me I just blow Let a nigga float get higher than what they hope I was played for a joke told myself nope I would never be that told them niggas get back Or at least duck down I don’t buss rounds And don’t make sound to any one of them clowns Is the bud broken down I live my life fast I don’t worry bout it now the plan was To make the people proud and stand out in the crowd And only bein honest who worked the hardest out the rest They ain't fuckin wit a nigga who on top keep em in check Yeah