Along with a few other things that are helpin' me mold
See I feel like the first, known since birth I acquire more...
I'm gon' be the leader of the pack, when erething is said and done
But I'm a survivor, shit I've been alive through the worst ones
Speakin' through my music, it's a gift and a curse son
...'Cause when you on wax and you spittin' the truth
Niggas aside talkin', actin' like you weak in the booth
I'm just tryin' to bring realness back, and rap ain't even my roots
But I can't feed 'em broccoli, if they're sweet in the tooth
...So there goes the delimma
The problem's straight forward, let's move it to the center
My opinion is all the bullshit need to stop
My name Lauren but wit a mic I symbolize hip-hop...................................
They say the past is a present and the future is a gift
So I'mma pour my soul out leave the future wit this
'Cause shit we don't really know if the future exists
So I live for the moment, the truest of bliss
I sit stackin' my bread, got these haters pissed
I ain't big timin', I'll be real, I'm not yet movin' bricks
Niggas steady trytin' to drain me like the bluest abyss
I got Penny's, got skill, not the bluest of chips
But I rebound strong, I remain steady doin' my shit
Shed blood, sweat and tears for years blowin' the crypt
Known to pull myself up, when life's throwin' me in dips
I'm in a shaped form, so I could wait for 'em
Just keep doin' my thing, maintain, keep the atmosphere norm
'Cause I done weathered the rain, the same fake storm
The world doesn't like it on my shoulders, so the weight gone
