Round 2

[Intro: Woman]
They say you are what you eat
And music is kind of food for the soul
So I believe what you listen to also can tell a bit about who you are

[Verse 1]
We do it to do it but homie whatever you do
Keep it a hundred, doing nothin' unless it's cool
Beats of machine in my freshman bag
And I'm in it to win it with my freshman swag
I'm a senior, dreamer, believer
I'll be the brother that you know but I promise you'll never see
Really, oh really you ever see me with a clean cut
I surprised these guys coming to clean up
I'm looking clean, what, listening to CH
Hammerson made me a family I could relate
Pull out of the way, brothers swear they behave
Brother was in [?] but poetry was my escape
Yeah, I'm in a great place
Let a hater hate when they anticipating my next tapes
Something like a [?] with domes missing my head, ay
Something like a pistol, cock back and I'm ready

[Verse 2]
Young and on the move
Preaching the preachers whether they're Christian, Muslim or Jew
Rocking the mic cause it's on the block
And honestly got a problem you
Better build up [?] for me my friend
Well let me tell you 'bout my life
I'm a [?], rob a brother that take my rights
If I want it I cop it cause I'm a goddamn [?]
How I gotta be sleeping to say I goddamn dream
Cause I'm young, broke, psycho
My bio don't lie though
Leave the show in Texas
Connect a flight in Ohio
Hopping up in Lewis
My nigga I really do this
Take them to the downtown area where the shooters be
It's new to me
Really, it's foolery how they viewing me
Be with or believe me
And tell me just what you see in me
Bars [???], dropping my momma's car
It's truth, so state your [?], I take it to round two