Train of Thought

I'm from the ocean state
Where all these niggas know is hate
My team full of warriors
You'd think we came from golden state
But in fact
The smallest state on the map
Whatchu' mean coming back
I got the city on my back
Which means it stays coming with me
And I stay a buck-50
I'm the nicest in the town
There ain't a day you fuckin' with me
And nobody ever loved me like the way I love my city
So if you roaming round'
Better strap up cuz ain't noting pretty,
And for all them loudmouth niggas,
Tell em put a sock in it
It ain't about your gear
But its about the way you rocking it
Either you selling dope
Or your the one who coppin' it
Either you in a cell
Or your the one who locking it
Either you do the murder or the one who gone respond to it
Its all you dawg, just take the opportunity
Quit buying jewelry
Give back to your community
Lets form as a whole back to when we was all a unity
I know that sound dumb right
Yea nigga stupid me
My heart darker than night cuz shit ain't how it use to be
Even though its wrong its only right to start immunity
There's not enough to go around, non of y'all are fooling me
And if I ain't the greatest hold ya breath because i'm soon to be
Been rappin' for my whole life
Non of this shit new to me
Either you rocking with me
Or having nothing to do with me
But either way imma get rich and continue doing me
The industry's crown's up for grabs
Its for the steeling
Defeated you niggas so now non of y'all are standing
I went bananas with no feature
This shits appealing
Get it? bananas are peeling
All y'all artillery jammin'
All my artillery blammin'
Give us just what were demanding
Give us just what we are granted
We keep it lit like a lantern
Free my brother Dante out the fucking training school
Its funny at your best be the only time they be hating you
You strong I know that
Ain't no doubt that you gone make it threw
A minor setback for a comeback that unmistakable
If you ain't with me everyday your probable unrelatable
But if you with me everyday then you gone get a plate of food
We in a tunnel
Only a matter of time we make it threw
You say you G'd up
Cuz you walking just how them masons do
Keep talking devilish
Don't know how long you'll make it threw
The only reason you doing what you are is cuz they making you
Lookin' like Geppetto
A puppet is what they making you
To me you look like grub so ill eat you up like some cajun food
17 years old bet you didn't know I was capable
And thinking out the box like the place here you plug the cable too
Soon ill beat the odds and do what they say we weren't able to
I wouldn't give the struggle back they say that what enabled you
In fact embrace on it till everybody is hating you
And you in everybody car and all the bitches playin you
But just make sure that non of these bitches playin you
They see you right now but didn't know how long it was taking you
I know right now that my sisters livin rough
House to house
Couch to couch
I know that shit gotta be tough
Plus she got a son
Non of us grew up with any luck
Smart girl bright future
She a diamond in a rut
We use to be inseparable, now we never keep in touch
I don't see her
Takes my ass to go online to say whats up
And that hurt
(That's the worst)
Because we came from the dirt
So i'm tryna get us out
I'm just hoping that it work
Why it take for there to be a funeral to go to church
And if the lord walking with me
Then how come i'm always hurt
But I ain't gonna question you
You the reason I know my worth
He told me to be patient and take it for what its worth
Man, shout out to my dad
We've been distance since birth
But since i'm older now when he got sentenced that shit hurt
Tryna build a relationship knowing it wont work
Sittin in a cell
Cuz he got caught for dirt
That he couldn't cover up
That shits gotta be the worse
Wishing him the best knowing well hes going threw the worst
Tell myself, man that should be the least of my concern
I'm just tryna stay alive
And not end up in a urn
Because before your ass kill me you gone have to watch me burn
But i'm sure god will take me when its good and well my turn
That's a line I wont cut
That's a bridge I wont burn
Stand up, make a million dollars
Yea that's what I yearn... nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Charels Bourage
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