ScottiShots

fly without a flight plan

27 deep in the game, they still askin’ for the blueprint,
Like I penned the manual — wrote the book and I glued it.
Wake up, brush my teeth, same routine, no illusion,
Just a swagged-out soul, movin’ free with no confusion.
Dress how I want, vibe clean, never forced it,
Still they wonder where I’m posted — Houston or Los Angeles?
Nah, I’m chillin’ where the breeze hit soft,
On the green, swingin’ easy, lettin’ y’all talk.

Just another Mo City kid

ScottiShots for
Photographer .khilp
Designer

P.E.M.D.A.S

Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot

Photographer

today I turned 25 but somehow still keep it 100
everyday like twenty 5s