Unlearning

I woke up
Put the phone down
Put the mic up
Said the first thing that came to mind
Like I don't write much
That's a lie, we all know it
Making beats, doing it so I could show my people that I'm growing
I don't cry much
I love my people when I'm in their presence
Nothing like community
I don't lie much
And that's a present
Gift
I'm unwrapping
I'm unlearning
Trip
Jazz cigarettes
I'm never done burning
I get the one turning
Start a new chapter
And that's a testament
A little lesson for the rest of them
Running off an old model
Trying to get some new results
I unfollow
A slow flower
A go-getter
Never been a no-shower
Said this verse with my eyes closed
And smell the scent through my nose
I don't practice
I rehearse it at the live show
A young Miles, but what do I know?
I don't know much
I go through a lot
And I ain't blowing up the spot
To throw it all away, you gotta know what you got
A lot of secrets that escaped me
Living up to my potential where it takes me
We all scared of the top
We all scared if we flop
We won't be riding these breakbeats like H-Street
I need a lease for the next ten
Feel like I'm destined
Need a bird as my best friend
I buy the book so I could follow the plot
It's not a follow-up to Weather Or Not
This its own shit
Pistol grip pump with the chrome grip
A lot of people tripping
I tell 'em don't slip
I tell 'em don't get shot
I tell 'em Freestyle Fellowship, "Bullies Off The Block"
The streets are watching and they hot
Watch what you say
The jealous watch when you drop
I don't know much...