A Lot In Common

I had to walk a little more before flying

I am just a child of a hill, call me Zion

Niggas really lorecrafters, crazy good at lying

I'm tired of thinking bout who's close and who's dying

Forgotten friends, I used to always have em with me

I remember enemies, they can't catch my energy

No one resembles me, I think I see some niggas try though

I'm out here alchemizing my woe to gold, so niggas can get close

I used to keep emotions holstered

Now you on the ropes if you ever come through passing that bullshit

Used to let you slide, i was too nice, a nigga needs repulsing