6ix - No Writers Block I Like To Rap lyrics

(Intro) Yiggity yo, n***a really came up Came really far I appreciate everybody That have been rocking with ya boy Im finna do some sh** for yall You know, some thoughtful sh**... Yo Yo! (Verse 1) If he's immaculate, tell me would they praise him Mama had no man, her up in this rap game raised him Can't cave him, I told my grandma i could help him But i can't save him sh**, the damage is done 23, making my daughter believe that Santa gon' come Even though daddy working hard, we just enhancing the fund Keeping them spirits high, civilized Learning the game 'til it's memorized Wait, hol' up, yo yo Brother man I ain't talkin' for nothin' I've changed brother, i used to be lost in abundance When you want it, you will work until it's haunting your past Spend all your time with a b**h that could sit a cup on that a** You want that corporation money, haa? We absolutely happy with everything that's bringing you yo happiness As an activist y'all can't tell a n***a how we have to live But what you want to receive you have to give I told em i'd be here for the longest Took it back and owned it Zoning off the weed but not complaining 'bout the moment Free man spoken, written like a 1990's mad poet And you didn't even notice In order to live you gotta keep a check Survival is not a choice it's just a deep respect I plant the seed and flee the scene and let my team know We the best! and he just feed the flesh I ain't even sleeping yet, that's why I'm the people's threat Vegas bound made a crown and then they put it on me Now the hood is on me cause I ain't thuggin' with a hoodie on me n***a's want war and they ain't going goodie goodie on me So in order to be in peace, i gotta keep a piece 23, with a daughter going on 3 I think like in 18 years who will she be Since day 1 I've been official But if I don't use my voice to benefit my baby girl then this ain't beneficial Fixing my issues i see was working against me Bring out my old soul, that inner Dizzy Gillespie He was blowing on his trumpet like I be blowing on this sticky Too bad i won't be here to see them miss me I got a lot of love in my heart, I can't be into 'em both You choose one, and use one, and try a different approach Stick to the notes, like the b**h that's proud of trickin' the most Who's seen hidden colors I'm just a brother that's been living with ghosts You see I started from the bottom, mama never home Moved into a shelter home, knew i'd never see a college Fast money problems got me starving Raised in Vegas, but a Michigan n***a when times get the hardest I stick to the knowledge i grew up and received If you ain't gotta purpose to breathe, then you gone hurt me and leave A walking angel, I'm coming at you from every different angle When I look in the mirror I see a different person than me Aye who at war with himself Hatin' on the man that desire a little more for himself Of course, you ain't bored of yourself? Yeah, you movin' forward but you forcin' yourself And I ain't tryin' to be real, chill The pain of living I'd rather not make the same the same decisions than stick to my mary jane addiction Now where my lighter at? If you got a head, then I'm inside of that No writers block, I like to rap n***a [x3]