IS IT NOT? (feat. Lukus Jordan)

Like a favorite gumbo spot, this roux sits in the pot

Adding everything it can just to thicken the plot

Life is crazy or is it not? These days are a sure sign

When kids in need of 9-5's robbing with 4 9's

Hearts stone cold saying "yup" and we simply follow

Anything we will do in our quest for a milliano

Leaving our bruddas and our brothers, "who the hell would kill Kenneth

For a temporary bag who the heck would go spend it?"

That's me, I'm guilty as ever

Killing conscious for a pleasure in some silly endeavors

Waste fountains of my youth for a sip of forever

But then a casket I was promised has me still and I'm severed

Ignorance was bliss when it's innocence I missed

Sinnin' with my friends turn to sentences I script

These bars are what I sell however far that I can yell

A story with a plot that thickens, something I can tell

And so it goes

My attempt to be completely honest every single flow

My susceptibility towards greed and for lust

Watered down my faith and trust in myself and so I know

To humble down my ego in the face of temptations

Not to judge another, well in need of grace and patience

Learning to grow up in my convictions and my boundaries

Be authentic in my words, not be fraud and try to sound deep

I've failed so many times, I've gotten back up

Not by my own strength, in prayer answers added up

Lord knows I've needed lessons time and time again

Multiply them in these raps as I divide a rhyme instead

Sharpen quick my penmanship and aim at competition

Supply these metaphors to metaverses as they're written

Compositions filled as I'm practicing this craft

That I like to feed my family with and hope that someone listens

I'm swimming with the sharks and I'm feeding the fishes

With a bar rappers crying in the fetal position

Producers dead quiet stems in need of physicians

Fighting through this game like Rock and Creed in the trenches

I think upon those nights cleaning grease in the kitchen

Over curry in my chicken eating regional dishes

Recognize that I'm a dog, a different breed is cemented

As I tally up the score, dunk any beat that you mention

R&B, or trap joint, instrumentals with soul

I can do melodic or some conscious for the fold

I want to thank Demi for a shot at this feature

Never doubt your gift, girl you got it I beseech ya

To keep on sharpening your craft with these keys

Midi pads and metronomes that keeps us kids out these streets

And in the studio where we actualize our dreams

Life is crazy, is it not? Either way so it's seen