Creative State Of Mind

For those that don't know me, they call me Choice, nice to meet you.

Turn me up in your headphones and blast me loud in your speakers.

Pay attention to lessons like teachers that's tryna reach you.

Just kick off your shoes and relax your feet as I keep you.

We pose for different eyes like magazine cover features.

While gold diggers and broke niggas be tryna leech ya.

Your rival tryna fight for survival and tryna beat ya.

And people making threats say it's on sight when they greet ya.

What a cold world.

Women say they wanna be yo girl.

But you trapped in box going back and forth with ol girl.

Stuck in a cycle like a washing machine.