Desire

I feel like everybody 'round me already plotted what they wanted

Like it was kush in there backyard I'm astonished

How everyone think that they the shit but numbers say no

For success there's a one percent chance point to be made though

One in a hundred chance to make it blank over and over

Cycle repeats but these aren't recycled beats

Tradition and b.s. different things reach idols for peace

Instead what we want is a person gon' sofa to soldier

I hustle all night but man I ain't no freeloader

Shootin' for stars but man I ain't no reloader

No Benny the Butcher but the meat is gettin' colder

Of the expectations I've killed you could smell the bodily oder