Purple People

I told my mama that one day I will buy a house
She like the ones with the pillars that they make in the South
I told my homies that I'm always breaking bread and
I told my girl that I got a shoulder to lay her head
Now when shit hits the fan you see who really a fan
Ain't gone be those dudes on twitter steady calling you fam
Ain't gone be that A&R and your email for your soul (free your soul)
Pack a bowl and listen to some neo-soul
I don't know
Maybe, I'm steady losing my mind
Maybe my perception of the world ain't correlating with time
But I never switched up who I was to make a dollar
I ain't never holler, ignorance to appear taller
I ain't never lyin' no I am far from Mufasa
I keep it real with my brothers and I ain't digging up fossils
I'd rather just keep it movin'
Vroom vroom bitch

La di da da

Yeah
Writer's block hittin' me harder than Mayweather
Blame everybody but myself for all of this bad weather
I toke in the commotion like I was a locomotive
My asthma be actin' up but my lungs is steady corroding from the
Pollution in the air
I'm in fear
All these purple people
Purple flowers pickin' like I'm Peter Piper with a pickled pepper on the pilot
By the finale, I was a totally different person with different assignments but the plot thickens and thickens
That shit hurt like the dickens
I know I had to keep it movin' so I just told myself that one day my life be like the movies

I got a beautiful depiction
Of life in my intuition
Couldn't be more inexpensive I'm nothin' like your tuition
I got a plan in fruition
I'm taking charge of my destiny
Threaten me and you get a blade to your neck for the lechery

All I see is purple people
Purple heart and purple feet
That walk the earth
To search for truth but everything is see-through
But everything is see-through

All I see is purple people
Purple heart and purple feet
That walk the earth
To search for truth but everything is see-through
But everything is see-through
And all I see is purple people

Flashback when a youngin use to write on the desk
'Fore we had a manager, a bitch, a whip, and a tech
'Fore we had a will to spit it with the high intellect
'Fore we had the flow that made your momma wetter than wet
I was a youngin with no purpose and no drive
I refused to leave my box
I was stupid
A closed mind
But you in a position where repetition is given and you don't make your decisions
They tell you shut up and listen
You just do it
Cause you don't really wanna comply
You afraid of opposition
I'm no longer that guy
I got my mind right
I don't even need the limelight
I just need an instrumental, pen, and pad and I'm right
Okay now Trent, we get it, you spittin'
But what's your mission?
Envision a better vision for generations of children
And maybe they won't learn the hard way like me
What if I had started spittin' when I was thirteen
Maybe I would have run into like a milli right now
Maybe Dad would be whippin' in a Bentley right now
Maybe I'd still be in fucking struggle city right now
I dont know, it ain't important cause I'm winning right now (right now)