Matik Estrada, Childish Major, Mereba - The Gift lyrics

Turn me up in the headphones
Alright, Let’s do it unh

Another day, another dollar
But these 4am wake up’s
Be enough to make me holler
Since I thought that shit was lame
A nigga dropped up out of college
When I was growing up
They all thought I’d be a scholar
The problem was that never excited me
I was better with writing these
Lyrical tirades that was clever & righteous
See they severed & frightened these
So called rappers
That lacked the type of passion
That O dogg practiced as society’s menace
With his no talk-action
Type of mentality which captured me
To go all at it making my peace with Zay
Rather be this so called Matik
Taking this leap of faith
I think I got this pole vault mastered
Straight forward with it
Understand I won’t fall backwards
Nah, not the slightest
You niggas can’t stop the fighting
And that’s real mane
Who the hell you think you is mills Lane?
Weathered the storm cause I will reign trill
Let me borrow your ears
This ain’t nothing like twitter
But, you should follow the kid
There is no need existing
Just having sorrow for years
Just take hold of the present
And know tomorrow's a gift alright
Let me borrow your ears
This ain’t nothing like twitter
But, you should follow the kid
There is no need existing
Just having sorrow for years
Just take hold of the present
And know tomorrows a gift

You see i’m high off life
But the shit just got me tripping
Plus I smoke a little reefer
But, I guess that’s not to mention
Just a young Michael Jordan
Outchea tryna stop the Pistons
But tell me who’s the best
Without a Scottie Pippen
Developed the proper vision
Despite of them doctor visit's
He don’t see it how I see it
He’s saying my optics isn’t
Up to par, i’m a star my nigga
I got to glisten so i don’t hear that bull
I try to stay optimistic
These niggas’ll kill your dreams
They saying they not realistic
But, you can’t hear ya heart
If you don’t stop and you listen
I ain’t bussing down birds
& I ain’t copping no pigeons
I ain’t risking my freedom
To hit the block and to get it
They selling rocks for these tickets
These niggas be trapping, selling & servin'
But Matik hell with them verses
When rapping it’s well deserving
Cause life is passing like Ervin
Magic, my nigga
They say he’s young black & gifted
I’m just Matik, my nigga trill