Promise - Rashaann, Eraa

You know this that, this that 11th grade high school flow

Me and my brother Roc

But I did something new

I want this to be something that I look back on when I’m well established

And be proud of the time I put in at practice

And how I gained fame, never changed, and kept a balance

Of keeping y’all entertained and what really matters

Wonder if I’ll keep it modest or be living lavish

And give back cause I remember when I didn’t have it

And had a habit of wishing that I’ll get to have it

So I imagine making classics in the illest fashion

But let’s rewind, 'cause I ain’t got it

Barely even had ten dollars in my pocket

Just a lil on that card that’s in my wallet

But that can’t stop me nigga, that’s no problem

And I’m so honest, I am not yet balling

Unlike these so-called artists, who be fronting regardless

Made them niggas my targets, man the aim is so flawless

Rapping like a veteran, but I’m just getting started

By the end of the song, I’m making a promise

About the missing pieces, and how I’ma find 'em

Non-believers prolly doubt a nigga all in the comments

But the game’s in poor spirits, we in need of a profit

I’m making big statements, better back it up right?

Can’t afford studio time, I had a mac and a mic

Nigga we nothing alike, I ain’t concerned with the price

Using what I have to take control of my life

And I love it how you niggas always wanna make excuses

Of how you getting held back and why you can’t do this

Put my all into this music, man you other niggas useless

Admit I shed tears when I felt that I was losing

Man this shit is therapeutic, it’s a movement

Niggas looking clueless, you ain’t know I do this

Following the blueprint, KARMA music

Man I been a student of the greats that came before me

Appreciating everyone who showed that they support me

Bars fire, how you 'sposed to breathe, inhale

Exhale, man all I do is excel

Me and the fam yeah we living life XL

My Sprint so legendary, on to the next tale

Right!

Wordplay on another level

I’m just a wordsmith, the diction’s always clever

Lady say I break rules, «get your act together»

But you can tell old miss I always been a rebel

I ain’t the sickest, ain’t no telling what they’re on

In this wild, I ain’t lying, got a right to bear arms

I wanted for so long, attempted to move on

But kept coming back, guess this where I belong

Where I belong, bodying each song

Word of inspiration for the people: just keep going

Spazzing, niggas just wonder what he on

This heat for 'em, unleashed him, they should’ve left my leash on

Yo, you’ll give me a second real quick?

Tryna get something

Yeah a nigga just spazzed and shit

Hold on, hold on real quickly

Yeah I think I got one

Yeah, all my niggas in the armed forces, or they forced to be armed

For so long we was taught to be wrong

This survival of the fittest boy, we fought to be strong

'Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world, hold up

All these tangible items I priced 'em

It don’t amount to the spiritual values in writing

No denace, I’ma menace repenting for my sin

When I write, cruise control my wrist is enlightened, blood from my pen

Writing past the margins, I’ve been fighting time

Moving silent, I’ve been hard to find

Lock my body, never trap my mind

Adapt to crime, so we pack a nine, then we dropping dimes

'Cause they want you put away for good

I ain’t crippin' but this music for my neighborhood

So one time for Long Island nigga, Brentwood

Two times for your mind, smoke a backwood

My momma worked way too hard for no recognition

'Member when she had two jobs, one was off commission

In the kitchen very late

Used to sell that Mary Kay like everyday, word to moms

Trials and tribulations, we tired of fucking waiting

Nowadays you get shot over traffic violations

Based off your success, they label you Freemason

Conspiracy theories, got the rap game debating

Don’t know about you, I rhyme to report news

A chip on my shoulder, I rap with a short fuse

You see the whole crew we all rise like a courtroom

Eight years old, I was chasing

Yo, my boy Eraa just gave me a helping hand

Making this promise to y’all

That we gon' put our blood, sweat, and tears into everything we do in this

music game, you feel me?

Even with the odds against us

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