Hang Up

Closed mind
Closed soul
See the hate from my own hood
Fear the hate from my own soul
You don’t know
All that I know
I don’t know
All that you know
It’s all good it’s all good though
Still hating from my hood though
I did y’all right
I did y’all good bro
I built a studio
You can afford to go
Even when your broke
Let you record
Even though your shits a joke
That’s not even a stab
It’s merely a poke
At how y’all try to rap
From behind a cloak
You get a lil buzz
Then start to choke
Some of us will sink
Some of us will float
And the rest of us will swim
From across the moat
Not talking bout greatest
Not talking bout goats
Just listen to my cadence
And Peep all my flows
The choices I made
And when they were chose
How much did I net
How much did I gross
How’d I get this following
How much do I post
Things you’d like to know
But don’t get to know
Had close friends
Now not so close
But for your a gram
They gone stay close
And For the gram
They gone strike a pose
Well
I been feeling low
The lowest of the lows
Sometimes you win
Sometimes your so close
What’s left to expose
My need for shows
And to become known
Whenever I speed up
Everyone slows
Whenever I speak up
Everyone moans
Like get your plays up
All on your own
Don’t ever give up
And don’t ever groan
I released grow
So now that I’m grown
I got my own business
I got my own phone
Work on my credit
And getting a home
Just me and my girl
Without a loan
We’re flying by
Just like a drone
Forgot to say hi
Now it’s time to go
Forgot to say bye
Hang up the phone