4ever - Kenny Mason

Way before living it, I would escape to envision it

Weigh up the differences, stay up for days until distances

Came up with differences, shaving the length of it, listening

Aging with wisdom, an agent of criminal influence

Paying attention to data

Was caged in Decatur with cannibals, killers, and cableless

Interfaces, face it, ain’t no one hearing this, falling

Prey to appearances, pray to a pyramid

Rage in my rhythm, Sega, my genesis

Shaking my zip, and it’s saving my mental from breaking

Caving and crippling

Scribbling into my pages, and paving my destiny

Picturing pitiful places and painting soliloquies

Pain in my angry delivery, made 'em attentive

See angels cling to my pen and keep claiming my energy

Came and gave me the crown, gave me the crown, saved me

Greatness my tendency, I train at it endlessly

Ain’t wanna make it if I made it pretending, I see

Niggas that wake up and portray who they wish they could be

Couldn’t be me, I’m so A, it’s a shame and I think

I used to say if I’m the greatest for 10, I’m at peace

I think I want this shit forever right now

I want this shit forever and now

Forever and now

Forever and now, forever and now

I think I want this shit forever and now, I think I

Way before living it, I would escape to envision it

Changing the shit they would say, I became a revisionist

Came with a vivid display of the pain that my niggas lived

Daily with diligence, babies with triggers would trigger it

Training my senses to aim at escaping my ignorance

Taming my temper, this chain on me changing my temperature

Alien Jigga, today they gon' take me as serious

Take me to Sirius, angel affiliates

Languages explain my experience, praise 'em

I chose believing in myself when you wouldn’t believe me

Now when I start to taste success, you assume that I’m greedy

I don’t agree with what you doing, you view it as devious

But you confuse being cool with obedience

Losing my lenience, moving with meaning

It’s two of me, and truthfully, this duality the root of my genius

Angels is hoodrats, 'pending on the angle you look at

Hanging with crooks, black straps came with the book bags

I was playing hooky just to work on my real craft

And to this day, I wake up and still craft it

Every line you hear crafted to give you chills after

I know shit get real, it’s a gift that I’m still rapping

Some niggas quit crafting, artists that I model my pen after

I seen they mistakes and I switched patterns

Split paths and ran into my destiny years after

I feel as if I’m meant to have this shit forever right now

I want this shit forever and now, forever and now

I want this shit, forever and now

I want this shit forever and now, forever and now

I want this shit, forever and now

I want this