Tropical Bars - Quadeca

It’s a new year

Got a new feeling

I’ma do some numbas going through the ceiling

All these supervillans

They need supervision

Tryna use my vision

To improve they rhythm

But they off beat

I stay in the pocket

Like a bitches wallet

In a business office

Man I put it off and they’re ain’t no limit stop it

Tryna finish projects

Fore I’m in a coffin

Called a legacy

I got so many things waiting ahead of me

Tryna be 17

Feeling like 23

No one can get to me

I’m tryna blow they mind, before they mine Kennedy

Blow some rhymes, before they’re no lines left for me

Open mind so they can all shine next to me

And when I make it out or alive

I doubt I’d inspire

But when I’m always winning

Man I don’t mind jealousy

You know I gotta stop all the bragging shits

So many haters SMH the acronym

Tryna get a couple OMG’s

Or a WTF he is so sexy!

I got no Bently

Beat is so deadly

Walked up to the rap club no entry

And I feel little like I won’t get see

Because I’m so white

What if I don’t get me

Cause I’m coming at this music with a different set of ideas

Tryna build my own crib like it’s Ikea

Here’s a pro tip

Take no tips

From people who ain’t pros yet

Bitches always so stressed

Cause they tryna find the greatest gay nation

In dreams we’re all tryna stay awake

Everyday I’m getting up to 808's

Day to day household tryna pave away

People with the problems

Have the most advice like

Why don’t you sort your own life

Don’t come close to mine

I’m mostly fine

So please leave me alone to whine

And next time you talking shit please bring me an open mind

Cause people locked in they own ideas and straitjackets

I’m David Blane’s magic

I’m helping you break past it

I’m tryna raise havoc

Not 'tryna stay savage'

Trying to make balance

While finding my great passion

I’m climbing to get up this

While witnessin' in-justice

By people who in 'love with'

Or based off of skin colors

This shit is so dis-gusting

I’m seeing it in public

I’m tryna make sense of it

Here in the dis-cussion

And I close my eyes and go to sleep

Waiting until they notice me

Waiting till my creation are making everything so complete

My-

Thoughts are scattered

I find-

Lots of patterns

I try-

Not to let it get my

Plots and ashes

The system is giving them a two pads

Like choose that

I’m turning my bruise back

Say fuck it to boot straps

I’m wearing my own shoes, through that

Huge path

Ahead of me

One that I’m trying to pave with that

New rap celebrity

Sometimes it’s superficial

And something that’s so enticing

Something that’s so inviting

I gotta show when it’s biting

Yeah

Tropical bars man

Yeah

That’s all I really needed to say

Yeah