Emotional Intelligence

[Verse 1: Hari Upfront]
To all those living judging everything under the hood
Y'all dont be knowing the pressure all that's wanted growing up under the hood
Got that degree
Not murder, but coppin' the knowledge with books
When I see strangers looking unjustly
I close up my cover then book
Here you can look at all of my thoughts from the inside out
Hoping my message matches with others when I be talking out loud
And if it's getting mismatched
That's when I puzzle myself 'bout how I never fit in
A skinny boy in XL
That's hand me downs
The hand I was dealt lеarned fast to excel
No sеll out
Hours of long casual talks
Studying it all then set out
Meditation alleviated years in the making
Avoiding temptation
No dodging misogynist thoughts I let out
Cautious to break down what was building up after
Kept it a hundred, noticed some change
But never a transformation
Kept checking my character like entering passwords
Never settled for a buck, Cuba backwards
Portraying my strengths and weaknesses to overcome what's deep within
I'm speaking in important topics, CNN
But being in uneasy situations now be feeling instinctive
And now my focus locked forever, you can call that keying in

[Chorus]
Reach for a state for all I was meant to be
And everything I want was found inside of me
And my own worst enemy comes along for the ride
Better place I can see will come in due time

[Peace K!ng]
(Peace) How can I call myself something I can’t attain
The strain of stressing and death weighing heavily on my brain
But whether he makes the best of the situation that’s given
Ain’t living, cuz he’ll survive with crumbs of food that’s in his kitchen
He a fool but he gon' listen
Took the tools that teachers given
Learned the Ruger made 'em tense
But found he soothed 'em with his writtens
The pen distracts but magnified the truth in all his living
Only his raps could grasp the master mining DOOM in all his Vision so vivid
Never spent a day not thinking where he at
No naked brothers band but this boy was rooming with gnats
His tool with some caps, case criminals was smooth with the jack
Son knew his dad was hypocritical but he groomed him to stack (We hustle)
Spitting raps while working odd jobs
To keep from moving sawed-offs
Commerce like Alibaba
And disappointing Maw-Maw
He fought the curse of worst depression spurts
Rehearsing verses
Never lessening his worth
When hearing peers demean his work (Ha)
Bitch I’m my own worst critic
Taking shit nice and slow until I know imma get it
Just focused on winning and honing my gifts
Getting close with precision
Imma slow up the fifth and not smoke up my digits
Alway gon' keep it pimpin'
Until I know that Fofo coming of the dome with the vision (Peace)

[Chorus]
Reach for a state for all I was meant to be
And everything I want was found inside of me
And my own worst enemy comes along for the ride
Better place I can see will come in due time