Can'tB3M3

I've been to places that many don't speak of

Many don't get that far, many don't try

That much, people don't got that heart, for years

For years, blood sweating, tears, tears, tears

I be tripping, gotta stay on my mission

It's probably not even in the next couple of inches

It's probably in another dimension

But I still hear it in my senses,

I'ma get it, it's no game, no scrimmage, never did it for the fame, that would be senseless

My neck, wrists, and rings cost whole damn pensions, I don't pen it, no damn