Lawson

Aye started this shit with a writers block

Bt its the pen n paper where all the writers jog

Its the path of struggle where all the fighters walk

Its at the balcony with the sunset view where the hustlers blom

Cant reach success with jst melodies

Tellin me , fuck your vitues they only judge u by ur melanin

They still killin black the death of Floyd its that for a memory

Wear a dress n promote death then success fck ur melody

Bt was hanging alone creatin content dat couldn't be questioned

Workin hard to create lyrics dat cn be used as captions

They check their mates when their frnds fall its all chess

Rib cage is ur vocal cords better say what u say with ur chest