Timeless

My vision is large, feel like the head nigga in charge
Got a mentality, to stand the test of time attained ability
The goal is that they listen and learn and not try to mirror me
But everything ain’t always as it seems, can’t trust appearances
Meaning you pick and choose what you show to public witnesses
People so quick to judge as if they don’t know what forgiveness is
I learned the bad habits that’s passed down through my lineage
My dad smoked 20 some odd years, picked up the lighter myself
Been hooked ever since, ain’t looked back once
Cigars filled up with potent flower, packing a punch
I take a hit and start the sprint on this marathon run
They feel this shit deep in they heart like a shot from a gun
Our future bright, we heating up, our temperature is the sun
We went through hell to get to heaven, yeah we living and won
But stacking the funds and filling suitcases with ones
Prepare for them rainy days
The lost and forgotten ones, we the throwaways
I hit the blunt and take a breath, the pain float away
I take another hit until it all go away, until it go away
Feeling like this chip on my shoulder too big
Don’t feel no genuine love from the place that I live
Niggas never show support unless convenient for them
Misery loves company so they don’t want us to win, damn
Can’t be stuck and stagnant, in a mind state of I gotta make it happen
Manifesting my reality, this is law of attraction
Bringing more than just some phrases you can put inside a caption
Audible distraction, these lethal words a call to action
Divide the faction of those who’s real and those that’s acting
You feel the passion, we energize, revitalize, let your mind imagine
Forever we immortalized from these timeless classics
Enough rations to feed the masses, teaching master classes
Mashing, no gashes, the whiplashing, the big gas
With this gift of gab I’m Inspector Gadget, I reach long
Sick and tired of hearing the same shit, it’s a re-run
Protect yourself at all costs like you signing a pre-nup
Prepare for them rainy days
The lost and forgotten ones, we the throwaways
I hit the blunt and take a breath, the pain float away
I take another hit until it all go away, until it go away
Feeling like this chip on my shoulder too big
Don’t feel no genuine love from the place that I live
Niggas never show support unless convenient for them
Misery loves company so they don’t want us to win, damn