Creative Sound

They can't keep a real one down, get high like the sky, I don't touch the ground

Didn't make sense but I get it now, real artists don't follow, we make a sound

Fill up this wood I think better not sober, Strategic it like chess I move smart I got older

not for a rookie war made me a vet, no ceilings for me I ain't hit my peak yet

No ceilings for me I ain't hit my peak yet, which one do you value more fear or respect

to me they both equal, so I'm respect the fact that they fear me to death

Step on they neck, bosses don't get less, call a lil freak who gon' do it the best

money that thing that we all tryna get, niggas they lie about motion they not in the mix

I'm gifted I got it I'm really convinced, yeah all of these diamonds they light up this bitch

My lil bro hot headed he be with the shits, tell him slow down money coming quick