Phases (1 on 1 Freestyle) Lyrics

Life is what you make it

Try to not break it

Goin thru these phases

Goin thru these mazes

Tryna find my way out

Get hot in the shade now

No pops but you made it

What they gotta say now

I try to fill up this emptiness

Broke but I know I'm the greatest wit it

Started off shows wit no attendance

I only mention cuz niggas claimin' that they know me

Same niggas that was truent

Never spoke fake but you fluent

Chess what the fuck is you doin

Daily I'm provin' my talent

Love and work try to balance

Switch up whenever I feel like

Don't need my place in a box

Yesterdays price ain't todays price

I know my worth

Wake up and I'm forcin' a smile through the hurt

Been in the crib so I don't need a shirt

I take my chances cuz this shit for certain

Keep me sane

Keep my head up through the pain

Only for sure thing is change

Lately feelin pleasure when it rain damn

When it rain down

Sisters with voices I found my range now

In my lane bow

First out the blocks Shacarri tings

Life is what you make it

Try to not break it

Goin thru these phases

Goin thru these mazes

Tryna find my way out

Get hot in the shade now

No pops but you made it

What they gotta say now

Facing my problems

One on one

Whole lotta issues that just begun

Roll up and smoke on my (inhale)

Niggas want smoke and I keep it on me

I ain't gon' lie man I miss the homies

School courtyards we talkin bout the bitches that ain't ours

We recruitin' like ARs

See a baddie like hey ya

Keep it three stacks

Bags and fame I need that

Well fuck the fame might retract

Just wanna lay my seat back

So she can treat me good

If I can tell the truth imma long way from the hood

Typa nigga don't really speak on the understood

Humble nigga, I don't be too cocky even tho I should

Deal wit demons daily lately I just crush it up in woods

If you wanna know the secrets you can find it in my blood

Smoke on gas keep me low I wrap it twice like a dirty sprite

Was planted in the darkness found my roots then I saw the light

See a nigga really chillin I don't ever start no issues

How I pull up to yo hood and always just happen to miss you

Pass my blunt Ion even wanna chat bout it no mo

I'm too nice need my respect I can't even rap bout it no mo

I ran my laps around the underground my sole stamped on floors

Gon' be yo hoes favorite rapper I heard she got some good taste