Echoed Grit, Silent Triumph

Testo

Been laser focused on the mission, tryna break the limits. I won’t ever be the best until my best is given. If I ain’t going hard, then what’s the point of living? I ain’t ever gonna stop, I gotta get it, get it. I want the mansion and the cars and the expensive dinners. All this bullshit had me lost, I need a new beginning. Cut all my emotions off, now it’s strictly business. Can’t let it show at all, most of these miggas schemin’. Man, all this pressure got me thinking I’ma flatline, But I ain’t folding ‘cause this bag’s mine. Stop expecting me to help you, this a bad time. I got my own shit I need to handle, better wait in line. I’m done miggas always expecting shit, on that disrespectful shit, Like I’m supposed to scratch they back and they just gonna let me itch. Best stay out my pockets, you can end up on a stretcher quick. Gotta keep that thing on me, can’t let ‘em catch me slip. Got Glocks with beams on ‘em, means I ain’t ever miss. I know your prayin that fail but it at happen yet Got you miggas sweatin cause Im at your neck I know you aint thikin you gone take whats mine Got some demons I been fighting, need some peace of mind. You ain’t bringing shit to the table, you can’t eat at mine. Can’t have slackers on the team, my circle need to grind. How we supposed to make it to the top? You won’t even climb. Gotta get out of the hood, too many people dyin’. Got a family, so I need to leave the streets behind. Been dealt some shitty cards, so it’s been hard, but I’ma find a way. Gotta keep working hard, so I got no time for conversations. I get so lost in these thoughts, I’m always contemplatin’. What the fuck I gotta do? I gotta level up. It’s like this weight keep on falling, it ain’t letting up. They say this hard work shit pays off, feels like it never does. I try to focus on my moves, continue to improve. Let people go when I feel used, sometimes it leaves a deeper wound. Think this shit sweet, got me confused. Feels like people need to see me lose.