Unlearning - Evidence

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…