Sense of Fulfillment

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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
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