The Question

My pen is like a gun in hand

You running more than wanted men

I ain't kicking shit you saying

You pitching to me underhand

Pick a side or pick a stance

Before I make you pick a plot

You picking on that little man

Come fuck with a level up

But I ain't gotta use the stairs

Bitches always stare us

Saying that she down I swear

I'm elevating everything

Yeah

Look

You sweeter than candied yams

**** look I'll prepared

I put 'em on plate I got em dressing like they silverware

You see me fight a bear up in the woods better help the bear

I travel cross my state get recognized almost anywhere

My aura is really rare

The passion is really there

I seen all my classmates turn to trappers and scammers, yeah

I seen little girls grow to get lost in a camera, yeah

I seen all my homies turn from a dawg to a family man

I seen what I lost so I can't go through that shit again

I'm constantly living in deep thought

Time wait for no man really what I was taught

Mind in a slow dance contemplating The Waltz

No risk no chance, saying this what you want?

But how?

Cuz' I don't feel it

Yo

My pen is like a gun in hand

You running more than wanted men

I ain't kicking shit ya saying

You pitching to me underhand

Pick a side or pick a stance

Before I make you pick a plot

You picking on that little man

Come fuck with a level up

But I ain't gotta use the stairs

Bitches always stare us

Saying that she down I swear

I'm elevating everything

But y'all don't get it though