blooming blossoms (flowers pt. 1)

Lyrics

now, if i ain't know no better, i could have been sucked right up into the setup, but i kept my head up, and every time i fell i would get up, see i don't need no nines and berettas, i kill with the lines and the letters with the verbs and the nouns, just a kid trying get his sound heard around, jump into cyphers and keep the old timers astounded, they said he was the best in the surroundance, cause everyone around him was drowinin', in the fair one, no one son could pound him, with the lyrics, you pray you hear it, they said it's bad hood credit, imagine good spirit, and one day his mom and dad will be cheerin' to his grammy nomination, and proclamation to his world domination, inauguration into greatness, from making rations to cakin', 2 am and he be up like attic, he's an addict, alarm clock pop, he back at it, barely got any sleep, but, he gotta eat, cause ain't shit cheap and his soul/sole torned out of feet, he got dreams, but don't plan on sleeping until he reach 'em, until you out feastin', paying houses where you sleep in, until his album ready and his fans get it leaking just for sneak peaks and, until then, his home is the booth, he spittin' to the plaque it's poof off his tooth, like hocus pocus, or word he's too focused, you should quote it, his goal is the denial that he wrote it, flowin' like oceans and menstruals, ink from the pen, lies within my credentials, they told me that i could be mental, but mommma always said that i was special, haters tell me i should stop, my enemies tryin' see me in the box, so the streets tell me to cop a glock and pop it, but something down deep tells me i'm the next prophet, like the new muhammad or the new marcus garvey, or probably, it makes sense why i'm so heavily guarded, wait, no, please restart it, i'm heavenly guarded, it's the golden child and for a while, god been looking down with a smile, watchin' me prosper, attackin' with the raps and then conquer, the junior frank sinatra, rapping out the opera, you should spectate in the booth with a suit and binoculars, like nigga it's a honor, it's motherfuckin' honor