Forecast Lyrics

Still dodging the scrutiny, U, N, I, T, Y.

Told my sister that it's just you and me

Came from nothing, made it to something and did it beautifully

Killing all these verses, might call my album the eulogy

R.I.P. to numerous verses that I done been on

Send a beat, I eat it like pussy, yeah, I'ma spit on

Send it back with stamp of approval and then I get on

To go and make another hit, niggas know I been too legit

Proving it, time and time again, don't ever doubt the pen

Front and center, you niggas in the middle like Malcolm nem

Had a short stint, but I promise I'ma sprout again

Made some promises as a kid, and I vowed them when

Bumping on some Jazzy Jeff, feeling like I was Jazzy Jay

Lock myself up in the room, tryna push out 10 beats a day

Stomach growling, momma not knowing what we gon' eat today

Hunger turned to passion, I told them that I would make a way

Did that, standing up tall, hand on my balls

Niggas tryna clap for me, man, fuck your round of applause

Never seen a nigga lending a hand when I was needing it

Wouldn't take it anyway, not the type to believe in it

Worked for everything I possess, hustle finesse

Took my sights from bitches' asses to the assets

Now I preach that, and my message never forget

Stand on every single price that you set

Settle for less, ain't a option

You can't slip, cause they watching

Circle small, no man in without caution

I'm often met with some niggas that's tryna use me

Knowledge from the streets, so you niggas cannot abuse me

Excuse me, coming through, looking like what you wanna do

They don't wanna move like Travis, then we gon' pummel you

I ain't wanna wrestle, but fuck it, that's what it's coming to

Me and all my niggas is royal, but we can rumble too

News clips how niggas got beaten with broken pool sticks

Talking crazy till we put pistols up in them loose lips

Ooh shit, told you quit talking if you won't do shit

Laughing with my niggas like, yeah, that's what them fools get

I'm off that, time to go hard, back to these bars

Put the pain inside the music, bitch, I'm attached to these scars

You can hear it in all my pianos, horns, and guitars

I'm a man on a mission, just know I did it for y'all

Trust the process, I make them bleed like I'm Embiid

And my goals is the goal, I'm standing right underneath

Chin up, hands high, I'm noticing they in reach

Dropping gems in the lyrics, this what you need to succeed

Put some years in this shit, my status is like a vet

Gave the knowledge to my niggas, I told them that we got next

Found my calling in this music, I'm rapping till I see death

Here's the forecast for you, my reign is in full effect

This is priceless, you walking dead niggas looking lifeless

Breathing air back in your lungs without devices

Balanced out, surrounded by evil and walking righteous

Just a little something to show you I'm still the nicest, nigga

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