There's two elements to rap: having the thoughts, and then being a great rapper.
& all your friends telling you stories that you often misinterpret and taint all the images of yo Mr Perfect
I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets
Problem with these other niggas they aint never real
I'm about to reach my dreams and I aint even got my arms stretched.
I'm on a shoppin spree to get whatever is in store