4ever

Way before living it, I would escape to envision it Weigh up the differences, stay up for days until distances Came up with differences, shaving the length of it, listening Aging with wisdom, an agent of criminal influence Paying attention to data Was caged in Decatur with cannibals, killers, and cableless Interfaces, face it, ain't no one hearing this, falling Prey to appearances, pray to a pyramid Rage in my rhythm, sega, my genesis Shaking my zip, and it's saving my mental from breaking Caving and crippling Scribbling into my pages, and paving my destiny Picturing pitiful places and painting soliloquies Pain in my angry delivery, made 'em attentive See angels cling to my pen and keep claiming my energy Came and gave me the crown, gave me the crown, saved me Greatness my tendency, I train at it endlessly Ain't wanna make it if I made it pretending, I see Niggas that wake up and portray who they wish they could be Couldn't be me, I'm so A, it's a shame and I think I used to say if I'm the greatest for 10, I'm at peace I think I want this shit forever right now I want this shit forever and now Forever and now Forever and now Forever and now I think I want this shit forever and now I think I Way before living it, I would escape to envision it Changing the shit they would say, I became a revisionist Came with a vivid display of the pain that my niggas lived Daily with diligence, babies with triggers would trigger it Training my senses to aim at escaping my ignorance Taming my temper, this chain on me changing my temperature Alien Jigga, today they gon' take me as serious Take me to Sirius, angel affiliates Languages explain my experience, praise 'em I chose believing in myself when you wouldn't believe me Now when I start to taste success, you assume that I'm greedy I don't agree with what you doing, you view it as devious But you confuse being cool with obedience Losing my lenience, moving with meaning It's two of me, and truthfully, this duality the root of my genius Angels is Hoodrats, pending' on the angle you look at Hanging with crooks, black straps came with the book bags I was playing hooky just to work on my real craft And to this day I wake up and still craft it Every line you hear crafted to give you chills after I know shit get real, it's a gift that I'm still rapping Some niggas quit crafting, artists that I model my pen after I seen they mistakes and I switched patterns Split paths and ran into my destiny years after I feel as if I'm meant to have this shit forever right now I want this shit forever and now, forever and now I want this shit forever and now I want this shit forever and now, forever and now I want this shit forever and now I want this Lemme hear that