Triple Threat

Panoramic views of the mansion
Only got room for expansion
If u wanna fly I’m the captain
Manifest the vision make it happen
All a nigga want is some passion
Six sense and a big benze
Poverty mind past tense
If it don’t make dollars
It don’t make sense
Big big balling
On my expense
I take control
See thru my lens
Scratching my brain
Bleeding my pen
My heart is pain
Or maybe it’s not
I question myself
Can’t figure out
I talk to myself
I let it all out
Now and again
We going stupid again
We goin stupid again
We going stupid again
I might just pull up again
I might just turn up again
You girl she calling my phone
Your girl she calling again
I don’t want none yall girls
I got myself a new 10
Back in the URUS, I’m back in the sectionn
I got the x and the syrup I’m mixing
Jiggy and wonder and me the collection
Your music sound like it got no direction
Always stay strapped so I don’t need protection
I might just pull up at your intersection
Might fuck around and win the election
They want me dead cause I be the NEXT ONE
This that new rap shit
I’m the black hooded bastard
You can front, Ima blast quick
I’m a athlete, I could do a back flip
Flip the script, and I pen all my passions
I come in good/bad, but the action
It depend on need for reaction
I wanna do better, but life keeps on clashing
I’m, tryna sail the sea, but I end up crashing I’m, tryna be what I’m meant to
be but umm
But I keep on seeing myself dream for fun
With that bum ba rum, and the beat, I can feel on my feet
Like a bread crumb
How come, this gotta be the outcome
I don’t wanna do it, but I might have to cut sum
Call me the butcher
Leave all my scenes with no trace of a lead crumb
When I’m slicing and dicing, I’m on one
Take a sip, I relax with that red rum
Feel the spirit in the booth, this a anthem
Truth be told, I don’t give a fuck my dear
Cos frankly, I could give a damn from here
Damzel in distress, you can wipe ur tear
We don’t chase, we just taste on the wines
From the fruits, so Devine, of my labour that brought me here
So I will be clear
Hear all my words, while I dry ur tears
And if I’m here, there’s no room for fear
Heart on sleeve, that’s the only blood I leak
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Rejuvenated youth
I feel the spirit in the booth
The truth is often confused
Concealed, battered, and bruised
I choose to recognise
Not hide, in empty lies
Misguided and undecided
I live with fear
But I’ll break the matrix
The glitches I see make it crowded in here
I’m real, but who else is here
I bleed, but you won’t see ma tears
I contradict, but won’t contract
If I said it, I felt it, no taking backs
So heed my warning
When I’m taking shots