Ponce Le
For All Your Doubts
It's a lot of shit going on, man
Let me speak my truth
Uh
Feet on the asphalt
With nothing else to do
I'm out here spitting the truth
Like it's just me and you
I spill my pain in the booth
Like I got stitches loose
They let the monster out like "Stitch is loose"
I'm trying to
Ease my pain but who can I blame?
These crooked ways, I invest in, shouldn't be ashamed
Like Mama say it ain't no fucking gun to my head
Jumping into dirt
Forget I gotta make my bed
(Namaste)
I'm like wow
Check up on the style
Two different sizes, walk two different miles
Nigga this that shit that you bump riding down Peachtree
This that shit that you bump riding down Lee St
I remember cruising thru the city with my Breeze card baby
When I get the whip?
Imma feel like I made it
Tell them this that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
This that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
Feet on the asphalt
I'm fucking up, like I fell asleep on the crash course
Remember riding bus 75, thinking of a rhyme
It's a like a nigga stealing watches
This is our time
Dirt under my feet
I've been running to the guap
Niggas moving for the fame
Tell them boys they can stop
I'm here to show these kids
Fuck the rules, you can ball
Only 5 foot 11
Feeling 7 foot tall
Man it's gotta be something for me
Cause the way it's going now?
It looks ugly to me
Remember days riding round in the bucket, my G
And now we get to see the world, ain't that something my G
Ain't that something, my G?
Swear that's something to me
I let my talents do the talking
And this is real shit to let you know it still exist
I'm praying I ain't gotta see you on them crossroads
We all gotta time and we know how life goes
I'm like wow
Check up on the style
Two different sizes, walk two different miles (Fuck, yeah)
Nigga this that shit that you bump riding down PeachTree
This that shit that you bump riding down Lee St
I remember cruising thru the city with my Breeze card, baby
When I get the whip?
Imma feel like I made it
Tell them this that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
This that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
There's nothing wise about these type of responses...
It's all meant to just get you into a reactionary phase
And to start viewing your
Your brothers and sisters
Your human brothers and sisters...
With suspicion...
Right
And hatred
And judgement man
We have to start loving and caring about one another
Cause guess what... if we did?
This shit would not be going on
It's a lot of shit going on, man
Let me speak my truth
Uh
Feet on the asphalt
With nothing else to do
I'm out here spitting the truth
Like it's just me and you
I spill my pain in the booth
Like I got stitches loose
They let the monster out like "Stitch is loose"
I'm trying to
Ease my pain but who can I blame?
These crooked ways, I invest in, shouldn't be ashamed
Like Mama say it ain't no fucking gun to my head
Jumping into dirt
Forget I gotta make my bed
(Namaste)
I'm like wow
Check up on the style
Two different sizes, walk two different miles
Nigga this that shit that you bump riding down Peachtree
This that shit that you bump riding down Lee St
I remember cruising thru the city with my Breeze card baby
When I get the whip?
Imma feel like I made it
Tell them this that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
This that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
Feet on the asphalt
I'm fucking up, like I fell asleep on the crash course
Remember riding bus 75, thinking of a rhyme
It's a like a nigga stealing watches
This is our time
Dirt under my feet
I've been running to the guap
Niggas moving for the fame
Tell them boys they can stop
I'm here to show these kids
Fuck the rules, you can ball
Only 5 foot 11
Feeling 7 foot tall
Man it's gotta be something for me
Cause the way it's going now?
It looks ugly to me
Remember days riding round in the bucket, my G
And now we get to see the world, ain't that something my G
Ain't that something, my G?
Swear that's something to me
I let my talents do the talking
And this is real shit to let you know it still exist
I'm praying I ain't gotta see you on them crossroads
We all gotta time and we know how life goes
I'm like wow
Check up on the style
Two different sizes, walk two different miles (Fuck, yeah)
Nigga this that shit that you bump riding down PeachTree
This that shit that you bump riding down Lee St
I remember cruising thru the city with my Breeze card, baby
When I get the whip?
Imma feel like I made it
Tell them this that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
This that shit you bump riding down Ponce Le
There's nothing wise about these type of responses...
It's all meant to just get you into a reactionary phase
And to start viewing your
Your brothers and sisters
Your human brothers and sisters...
With suspicion...
Right
And hatred
And judgement man
We have to start loving and caring about one another
Cause guess what... if we did?
This shit would not be going on
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Writer(s): Nicholas Collins
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