Shooting Stars

Let's get it
For every rap nigga I'm wit it
Peace to 2-3 zone, don't quit it
I'll be right here wit the 4-5 gripped
Lotta niggas talk while I'm out on my shit
But if you want proof then let's take a lil trip
It started with a pen stroke, I was only 13
Trynna buy time, I ain't worried bout dreams
Bar after bar, hook after hook
Back of the trans, head buried in a book
Cyphers at the crib, trynna find a voice
Cd skippin, trynna write through the noise
Beat after beat, take after take
Grind for respect, I ain't thinkin bout breaks
Fast forward a minute, now ain't no limits
Gotta set a bar, lame niggas won't get it
So I'm poppin my shit...

Now i know why all of these people started to change
They don't show love, and they want you to stay in a lane
But where were y'all for me when I was just soaking in rain
Now I'm that guy and it's easy to just drop a name...

Lets get it...
All this rap smoke im with it
Come up off the last batch, tell me I aint spaze that
But they want the hits, and Chuck told me bring it back
Now im on track, runnin my pace
Lappin mc like they're runnin in place
Fake friends deaded, now they outta my face
Thought they wanted beef but couldn't handle the taste
But my team is just right, we be vibin all night
11 floors up with a view thats life
Jack to the chest, Crown to the brain
This life that we speakin on, homie insane
New black coupe swervin in and outta lanes
Never conform boy I go against the grain
Thought you had me finished but you know that aint right
Kicked back, feet up on your neck, enjoying life...

Now i know why all of these people started to change
They don't show love, and they want you to stay in a lane
But where were y'all for me when I was just soaking in rain
Now I'm that guy and it's easy to just drop a name...

You say you want the truth, cuz my image seems smeared
But them people talking on my name were never really there
They just find it unfair, that I prosper through the years
And the skin that I shed, I have left it right there
Gasoline poured, and my future lit the match
So if you wanna talk about it, pull up with the facts
Like how about the fact, that you sing behind a turned back
Standing in my face expecting to get a dap back
My time is too little, life's too fickle
So I keep a small gang with me right in the middle
This my land, call me O-Lakes
2 3's on ya back, got you runnin like you're OJ
Guess you got the juice, but homie that aint forever
You trynna push buttons, well homie Im pulling levers
Raised by a king, taught by a queen
Figured you should know what the last name means... Gang

Now i know why all of these people started to change
They don't show love, and they want you to stay in a lane
But where were y'all for me when I was just soaking in rain
Now I'm that guy and it's easy to just drop a name...