TD Talks Pt.2
By TD Walked in the room, with the night still stuck up on me, Sun comin up but my demons still they haunt me— Brain on alert, I got ghosts to keep me company, Talk reckless online in person i move to collect dues, so if I come for you, best know it’s personal Run up on me then you dont get a rehearsal So much pressure stackin, and im trackin it in sets, hell yeah im in my zone Ask if I know some killas Yeah I got a few Still got aim in the zone, Mind loud, workin overtime, I could hear thoughts through ya tone, I catch them signs Call me scary then im pickin up the phone—get on that line Yeah i ain’t universally known, but this is my shit, so y’know i set the tone, this shit in mine I’m gonna put that work in, ask what I’m on I’m on 10 Yeah I can put in the reps, i did this shit on my own, I get in the steps Never had a stable home, but if we makin bets, then ima match and see how hectic it gets Chaos been my norm since i was a child, I keep my timeline filed up in my head, i play for keeps so y’know i keep memories like recipes, I remember what you said, I don’t need repeats Im cookin so let me stir up the beat, Recipe said turn up the heat, then take a seat, let it simmer— Yeah, shit lit but my heart cold as December— I remember all the times I wasn’t seen So if you don’t like how I’m cookin, too bad, what I say is what I mean, Dont like it dont entertain, the reality still gon remain— Your opinion dont throw me off my game, It makes me commit to my lane— Pressure in the beat, let it breathe, let it stalk, Everybody be actin tough, til the silence start to talk— Too many snakes, hear the hiss when they walk, I can tell what you fear by the way that you talk— If you steady hatin, then that’s the shit I gotta block Sometimes I lose track of time, staring at the clock I know that sounds silly, but my head has so many thoughts The clock is the screen, my mind is the projector, my eyes view the scene So if I’m staring at you then just know I’m the collector Ion be sippin lean, I be rollin bowls clean Been tryna ween myself off it, but isa DNA thing Still I be making goals I gotta stay on my grind, ive got gains on my mind I be rappin bout my pain, thats how i maintain, but behind the scenes I be workin the chain, It pays off in due time, im talkin bout that dollar sign, Aimin up in the game ain’t gettin left behind.
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By TD Walked in the room, with the night still stuck up on me, Sun comin up but my demons still they haunt me— Brain on alert, I got ghosts to keep me company, Talk reckless online in person i move to collect dues, so if I come for you, best know it’s personal Run up on me then you dont get a rehearsal So much pressure stackin, and im trackin it in sets, hell yeah im in my zone Ask if I know some killas Yeah I got a few Still got aim in the zone, Mind loud, workin overtime, I could hear thoughts through ya tone, I catch them signs Call me scary then im pickin up the phone—get on that line Yeah i ain’t universally known, but this is my shit, so y’know i set the tone, this shit in mine I’m gonna put that work in, ask what I’m on I’m on 10 Yeah I can put in the reps, i did this shit on my own, I get in the steps Never had a stable home, but if we makin bets, then ima match and see how hectic it gets Chaos been my norm since i was a child, I keep my timeline filed up in my head, i play for keeps so y’know i keep memories like recipes, I remember what you said, I don’t need repeats Im cookin so let me stir up the beat, Recipe said turn up the heat, then take a seat, let it simmer— Yeah, shit lit but my heart cold as December— I remember all the times I wasn’t seen So if you don’t like how I’m cookin, too bad, what I say is what I mean, Dont like it dont entertain, the reality still gon remain— Your opinion dont throw me off my game, It makes me commit to my lane— Pressure in the beat, let it breathe, let it stalk, Everybody be actin tough, til the silence start to talk— Too many snakes, hear the hiss when they walk, I can tell what you fear by the way that you talk— If you steady hatin, then that’s the shit I gotta block Sometimes I lose track of time, staring at the clock I know that sounds silly, but my head has so many thoughts The clock is the screen, my mind is the projector, my eyes view the scene So if I’m staring at you then just know I’m the collector Ion be sippin lean, I be rollin bowls clean Been tryna ween myself off it, but isa DNA thing Still I be making goals I gotta stay on my grind, ive got gains on my mind I be rappin bout my pain, thats how i maintain, but behind the scenes I be workin the chain, It pays off in due time, im talkin bout that dollar sign, Aimin up in the game ain’t gettin left behind.