| All of this shit started off of my intuition
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| Just a youngin' with a vision, nigga I was on a mission
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| Wasn’t aware of the route, I knew I had to stay consistent
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| I was riding on that lonely road alone, I kept my distance from the bullshit, ah
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| The classic tale of will and tenacity, casually
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| Surrounded by the evil-doers, turn you to a casualty
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| Masterfully, maneuvered through the bullshit and tragedy
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| I’m tryna get that money in my sleep, where it passively comes
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| To where I never have to stress about funds
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| Applying the pressure, moving at the pace of bullets and guns
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| Cops and robbrs, till they knock us off for having some fun
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| Then throw away th key, a menace to society they label me
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| Basically they wanna keep us locked up in slavery
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| Hate to see, niggas doing well, that’s a felony
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| Melanin, put you in the ground for your pigment
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| Your lineage, left to ponder and wonder what coulda been
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| It’s looking like a race out here
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| 'Cause lately I been only feeling all the hate out here
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| I wish I had wings so I could fly away out here
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| 365, every day of the year, it gets real
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| How you feel
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| Shit I feel like I’m 'bout to combust
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| Ay how you feel
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| Shit I feel like I’m 'bout to combust
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| Ay how you feel
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| Shit I feel like I’m 'bout to combust
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| Tryna survive but this life gets tough, you know it’s rough nigga
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| It ain’t that many options for me, I am not that skilled
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| Dropped outta college tryna rap, I threw my hat in the field
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| If I knew then what I know now, I’d reassess the decision
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| Unable to tell you if I’m losing or winning, I don’t know
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| I can see it much clearer now looking into the mirror
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| I’m more in touch with my spirit now, all of my demons I killed 'em all
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| The signs I read 'em all
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| The writings are on the wall
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| I’m peeping the dialogue
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| I seen all this shit before,
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| Be intentional with your efforts and know what you want
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| Start with nothing and turn that shit into something for sure
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| Get in the water, battle with leviathans and the sharks
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| Pay attention and make sure you always hitting your mark
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| Stay composed through all the losses, never overwhelmed
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| And be a leader if you can, handle the helm
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| Sometimes I feel like I originated from a different realm
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| In the citadel, hoping that they hear me out
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| It’s looking like a race out here
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| 'Cause lately I been only feeling all the hate out here
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| I wish I had wings so I could fly away out here
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| 365, every day of the year, it gets real
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| How you feel
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| Shit I feel like I’m 'bout to combust
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| Ay how you feel
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| Shit I feel like I’m 'bout to combust
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| Ay how you feel
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| Shit I feel like I’m 'bout to combust
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| Tryna survive but this life gets tough, you know it’s rough nigga |