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the mind of rookie - rookie lyrics

[verse 1]
i got homies that know no better than sipping slow
past memories, sat in the crib just missing those
many hours drownin’ in sorrow while playin’ games
knowin’ d*mn well that my life won’t stay the same
no one taught me how to rap, or taught me how to spit
i was caught all up in that, now i’m caught all up in this
they saw my imperfections, put my flaws up in a diss
just startin’ out, i feel small up in the biz
what’s trendin’? fascinated by birds
i got 2 words, procrastination’s absurd
up late at night, imagination and words
sure some are fans, but some are sayin’ im worse
man, i just write bars at night
when i can’t sleep, and the stars in sight
i guess fate just, let me see my inner greatness
cuz now i’m optimistic and i know im finna make it

[hook]
i got homies that know no bettеr than sipping slow
past memories, sat in the crib just missing thosе
writin’ raps, when im sad, to fill the void
if i’m not talkin’ much, i prolly feel annoyed

[verse 2]
i got homies that know no better than sipping slow
past memories, sat in the crib just missing those
i was spendin’ h*lla time, with my pen to the page
teachers h*lla worried, but homies said it’s insane
and by that i mean my homies showin’ love
word to my homies up above
grip the pistol with the glove
the bars are ammunition, now i’m spittin’ out my blood
i put my sweat and tears into writin’ every track
when i had just begun, i had to light a match
i couldn’t spit a flame, but my homies had my back
they said go and chase your dreams, there ain’t no lookin’ back
freestyled my whole life, i don’t mess with tactics
as token once said, i’ll watch the critics do a backflip
h*lla people had talent and laughed cuz i lacked it
now i’m sick at rap, i got lyrics that can back it
i needa make more tracks in a month
but i’m tryna make sure that they’re packin’ a punch
it’s like i’m in the ring with a pen and a pad
i remember people sayin’ my bars are dead and bad
with my homies freestylin’ up at lunch
took turns, spittin’ bars, it was fun
we’d all spit a bar, even if it sounded dumb
but i guess, in a way, it’s where my passion’s from
[hook]
i got homies that know no better than sipping slow
past memories, sat in the crib just missing those
i guess from my past, i can tell i’m better
walked through the rain and any difficult weather

- rookie lyrics

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