Bad Habits

I got bad habits, my voice loud, always hot-blooded
Now hot damn, my grand-dad's spanish
My speaking style lavish, I work on my status
I got this dream I'mma fucking die rapping
I use my own leverage, network grown like radish
Get this thing off the ground, my space-x image
My flow embellished, I'm hoping you vet it
My fate's around the corner you bet I'm gon get it
Don't want no overloaded fame
No heroes in their cool capes
Ain't chasing newpapers' front pages yeah
I've got a full plate, music's on my mind
All I ever wanted was to spit bars, take one topic at a time
Tropical at times, colder when I rhyme
The idea is to paint a picture you will struggle to define
Struggle to read signs around me
Can't live in this fucking country
If they don't recognise some people round me
I'll go find a corner of this earth
Where people never rush, think first before they start hitting on ya
Pull the coat around me, menacing clouds above us
I'll just keep writing my poems, underneath the surface, yeah

I got bad habits, yeah, I always rap, sing, hoping I can die at it
I got bad habits, I'm optimistic, but some things just don't ever change
I got bad habits, yeah, I always rap, sing, hoping I can die at it
I got bad habits, I'm optimistic
But some things just don't ever change yeah
Ever change yeah, ever change yeah no they don't
I've got bad habits yeah, always rap, sing
Hoping I can die at it, always optimistic, but some things will never change