Pure Gold

They ask "can he deliver another classic?"
Who else carry the field? Only back with this rap shit
Watch me like its my last hit when I craft this-
-magic how he approachin' every track with (fiiireee)
& let it burn slow
For my town im feelin’ like its my turn so
Integrity in my pen is with every verse wrote
Simply nothin less than the lesson that grace birth yo
Where they do more than hold the fifth, they totin' clips
Me and these savages emotionless, couldn't coexist
In my city see how cold it is
A soldier who hope he hits he see notes like a vocalist
But you actually wasn’t
You rappers are puppets
I keep flowin' for the streets who happen to love it
This that audio crack for the public
A path that is rugged
I seen many who fell in that crabs in the buckets
Far from where I'm headed to
Whoever you decide to put on that pedestal
I will lyrically severe they head in two
The game revenue
Plenty jewels that we never knew
A better view
Than when we be in the field when we steppin through the (fiiirreeee)
Yall causin this game to distort
You're lookin' at who do it for the culture in this sport
All of these young lives who live short
Some be on the mound tossin' white to eat, that's a pitchfork
These raps fool weak
Too sweat
You're hearing the truth speak
Soon as you witness me in this booth meek
Man... I’m from Karuch? street
Here I seen dudes sleep under two times a few feet
Seen a trouble fast
& our brothers pass
Shorty grab a gun and mask cuz they ain’t got nothin' stashed
I never possessed the stuff to brag
Jottin’ on this nickle bag just to escape the one that my mother had
Its gold when I lift a pen
Different than what they givin they kids in the struggle livin, I spit for them
Breaking out is my mission
When I neglected my talent I promise not to play with this gift again
These times all will
H outstanding, he punchin with bars still
Genuine lyrics that they all feel
Without a shadow of a doubt they beyond will