Oxygen

Feeling the cool breeze is my version of heaven
So haters get zero recognition that's my lethal weapon
On and on my pen storms like jungle thorns
Feeling the beat the flow nasty like candy corns
I never fake I push weight but not a kilo
I'm talking bout my struggles when the book was emo
Cause all these demons clouded my vision it's hard to see through
When Logic was m new father cause I had pain that he knew
Mp3's of the same beats I played at nine to five's
Walking to open mics and treat me to five guys
Two years later I feel like the jungle never bless me
Went from a kid that turned to Simba cause my father left me
Causing a riot at my crib cause I felt abandoned
For seven dry tears inside my mind was only camping
I never knew what my mother meant by God is good
Cause my thoughts were to wrapped up in being hood
All of my friends left me I feel naked in the streets
Remember all the shit that we did just to have a feast on these beats
And let our fans come feel out energies
But it's sad cause I watched you turned to centipedes

Once fam is always fam
Being apart of this lifestyle is still a jam
Dreaming of what we can do to help the new generation
Of kids so they can prosper and continue making
The vision flourish and shine just like a fresh spark
Just like we ran our division, but its still the beginning
Never knew that it would happen from the start
But i'm thankful that this music still burn passion to heart
I'm still the same that they overlooked at JMA
The same nigga that was telling them to run the pay
The same nigga that they said wouldn't book the garden
But i'm getting closer I can hear the crowd shaking Harlem
Burning paper on the plan, saying mother fuck the game
Trademarking every name, copyrighting all the pain
Preparing to rise like a Phoenix in the game you been hating on me for years
Watch me penetrate you stains (Yeah)

Picture perfect, lifestyle's working
Changing the flow, like the river stream broken
If I see problem, point you out, without a doubt
Smoke you out like the trees homie we spacing you out
The PayPal gleaming like we generate a check
See the glow blinding your vision like whats on your neck
Show em when we shuffle out the bills like a spade deck
Getting buckets like Kyrie, but we don't hit the net
When we floss you would think we brushed our teeth
Cause the grill make her spill like the drip NSYNC
But your girl is out of luck she don't want that problem
Cause my girl might be short but she move in silence