Abxssal Cxll — Message

Factual, hustling up the money, tryna double up
Factual, don't work that
I'm really broke, that s*it they post, they actual
Show me something, pay me if you owe me, if you owe me some before
I line it up and score the rate, I'm one and three
He gon' get you posted where the power jack is stationed
It's hustle on the table, buy your grind, let's say the grace
I thank
God for protecting me through every move
I made
I know
I wasn't perfect, Lord, but still
I paid the way
When it comes to hustle, I go down as one of the gates
I pull up to my circle, yeah, I'm passing out the place
I'm high stepping, now they peeping heavy through the gates
My hustle isn't local, now my side will stay the state
I was on the corner and my hoodie steady facing
Defeated on the wall, it's the culture that
I'm chasing
Every scar to lace and every wrist became foundation
Turned a hunger to a flyer, built it up for dedication
Seen my name up on the flyer, city-tide anticipation
Every move a calculation, every random imitation
Keep my circle loyal, never bending underweight
Yeah, I constantly defend and watch me wrap my own face
Factual, bustling up the money, tryna double up my factual
Network that
I'm really broke, that s*it they post ain't actual
Show me something, pay me if you owe me, if you owe me was only a fragment of your imagination
But it's already inside your home
It has crawled into your thoughts
Whispered its name into your ear
And now it is waiting