Pen Fields, Rain 910 - Personified Lyrics

Look
I'm 30seconds from greatness
Pardon my lateness
I just wanna be the reason that you play this
The number one repeated on your playlist
If I ain't Top 5 boy I ain't shit
If I ain't Top 5 why I ain't it
I sit and I ponder the math
I'm a lyricist plus a chemist
Pen formulas with such precision
Marvel at best, I'm Scott Summers with it
Which means I can set the world on fire
With a vision I'm insisting that you rappers soon retire
Not a chance you advance
If I'm lying than I'm flying from the free-throw
New Mike Jordan I have the cheat code
I grew up out them streets
I'm that black rose
out the concrete
Sydney Moncrief
How we chase bucks a city where we don't duck we bust back
Remember when Shakeem had that thang in his backpack
So just level with me, Every day I'm walking got the Devil with me
My niggas pitch forking
So evidently
He got to be affiliated it's never simply
He got the juice now
Momma working hard to hold that roof down
Third chance escaping death; I'm living proof now
The streets is where I can call home
Til I got the call Blizz died could barley hold the phone like
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
I jumped off the porch at a tender age
Other kids on my street was selling lemonade
Me, I had crack in my palm
And was strapped for the war
Losing in the pursuit of better days
I told my momma I'm gonna move us to a better place
I know I could never could've been a head of state
We were headed straight to the county jail Cell
Frail
Hoping for bail
Hell
Grabbed us
Best friends stabbed us in the back
It's crazy how them streets had us
Screaming Black Lives Matter
At the same time grabbing hammers ready to shatter your dreams
If it doesn't line up with mine,
Will we make it we gonna find out in time
Kings are what we're tryna become
But we still living fast dying young
Man
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying

Look
I'm 30seconds from greatness
Pardon my lateness
I just wanna be the reason that you play this
The number one repeated on your playlist
If I ain't Top 5 boy I ain't shit
If I ain't Top 5 why I ain't it
I sit and I ponder the math
I'm a lyricist plus a chemist
Pen formulas with such precision
Marvel at best, I'm Scott Summers with it
Which means I can set the world on fire
With a vision I'm insisting that you rappers soon retire
Not a chance you advance
If I'm lying than I'm flying from the free-throw
New Mike Jordan I have the cheat code
I grew up out them streets
I'm that black rose
out the concrete
Sydney Moncrief
How we chase bucks a city where we don't duck we bust back
Remember when Shakeem had that thang in his backpack
So just level with me, Every day I'm walking got the Devil with me
My niggas pitch forking
So evidently
He got to be affiliated it's never simply
He got the juice now
Momma working hard to hold that roof down
Third chance escaping death; I'm living proof now
The streets is where I can call home
Til I got the call Blizz died could barley hold the phone like
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
I jumped off the porch at a tender age
Other kids on my street was selling lemonade
Me, I had crack in my palm
And was strapped for the war
Losing in the pursuit of better days
I told my momma I'm gonna move us to a better place
I know I could never could've been a head of state
We were headed straight to the county jail Cell
Frail
Hoping for bail
Hell
Grabbed us
Best friends stabbed us in the back
It's crazy how them streets had us
Screaming Black Lives Matter
At the same time grabbing hammers ready to shatter your dreams
If it doesn't line up with mine,
Will we make it we gonna find out in time
Kings are what we're tryna become
But we still living fast dying young
Man
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying
Not you young for dying
I pray my mom stop crying
Tell me can you hear me
Nobody's perfect but I'm trying