Eternal
On the highest floor
That you could be on
Say you falling hard for me
They tend to say I lead on
More than I can offer give
Truth be told I cant commit
Once was young and reckless
Then i learned i got a lot to live
Im just learning lessons
I take it slow
And day by day
Reaching for the stars
Best of the best
Dont scrape for change
Intentional
Its necessary
You cant ride
You acting scary
Niggas claim they hard enough
The fruit they bear
Is sweet like cherries
Old soul
I wake up pray
Then listen to
Some Frank and Maze
Wishing you could
Walk a mile
In these shoes
But they custom made
Thinking of my
Paw paw Lac
Wish I had
My Papa back
Cruising through
St Louis
Thats my city
I dont need a map
Push the whip
Like its a toy
Grown
But still a baby coy
Used to push
A low rider
The bike nigga
Like baby boy
Blueprint
Hustla Muzik
Grinding
Im just used to it
You aint gotta
Like it
Love it
Ride and
Just smoke to it
Look
I put some game into it
Slow it down
Ride quiet
Grip the wheel
You can
Put your guard down
You ainT
Gotta grip
The steel
Relax
And fall
Into this indo
Yeah
We smoking
Purple still
Im not trying to
Advocate it
Promised i would keep it real
Slow it down
Ride quiet
Grip the wheel
You can
Put your guard down
You ainT
Gotta grip
The steel
Relax
And fall
Into this indo
Yeah
We smoking
Purple still
Im not trying to
Advocate it
Promised i would keep it real
Who are you
To judge me
Know some people
Say they love me
But i been betrayed
And backstabbed
So its hard to trust it
Hold your head up
You not coward
Resting in
The highest power
Overdose cant sleep
Waking up
Inside cold showers
Grandma say
To smell the roses
But you plant
Your own flowers
New beginnings
That could bloom
Racing to the last hour
Get down
Start to pray for it
Ive seen
Some demons
First hand
Trying to
Rebirth me
Threat to send
Me to the mother land
Tell me we at war
Im at war with myself
Problems on a pedestal
Like trophies on the shelf
They try to tell you
See the light
But all i see is stress
Saw some more money
Some more problems
That came with
My success
People who deep
Down do envy me
Remind me that Im blessed
You would say
Settle for money sex
Would mean settle for less
While Im
Riding hands free
In the backseat
Of the Tess
With my mama
On the other line
Reminding me Im next
Slow it down
Ride quiet
Grip the wheel
You can
Put your guard down
You ainT
Gotta grip
The steel
Relax
And fall
Into this indo
Yeah
We smoking
Purple still
Im not trying to
Advocate it
Promised i would keep it real
Keep it real
That you could be on
Say you falling hard for me
They tend to say I lead on
More than I can offer give
Truth be told I cant commit
Once was young and reckless
Then i learned i got a lot to live
Im just learning lessons
I take it slow
And day by day
Reaching for the stars
Best of the best
Dont scrape for change
Intentional
Its necessary
You cant ride
You acting scary
Niggas claim they hard enough
The fruit they bear
Is sweet like cherries
Old soul
I wake up pray
Then listen to
Some Frank and Maze
Wishing you could
Walk a mile
In these shoes
But they custom made
Thinking of my
Paw paw Lac
Wish I had
My Papa back
Cruising through
St Louis
Thats my city
I dont need a map
Push the whip
Like its a toy
Grown
But still a baby coy
Used to push
A low rider
The bike nigga
Like baby boy
Blueprint
Hustla Muzik
Grinding
Im just used to it
You aint gotta
Like it
Love it
Ride and
Just smoke to it
Look
I put some game into it
Slow it down
Ride quiet
Grip the wheel
You can
Put your guard down
You ainT
Gotta grip
The steel
Relax
And fall
Into this indo
Yeah
We smoking
Purple still
Im not trying to
Advocate it
Promised i would keep it real
Slow it down
Ride quiet
Grip the wheel
You can
Put your guard down
You ainT
Gotta grip
The steel
Relax
And fall
Into this indo
Yeah
We smoking
Purple still
Im not trying to
Advocate it
Promised i would keep it real
Who are you
To judge me
Know some people
Say they love me
But i been betrayed
And backstabbed
So its hard to trust it
Hold your head up
You not coward
Resting in
The highest power
Overdose cant sleep
Waking up
Inside cold showers
Grandma say
To smell the roses
But you plant
Your own flowers
New beginnings
That could bloom
Racing to the last hour
Get down
Start to pray for it
Ive seen
Some demons
First hand
Trying to
Rebirth me
Threat to send
Me to the mother land
Tell me we at war
Im at war with myself
Problems on a pedestal
Like trophies on the shelf
They try to tell you
See the light
But all i see is stress
Saw some more money
Some more problems
That came with
My success
People who deep
Down do envy me
Remind me that Im blessed
You would say
Settle for money sex
Would mean settle for less
While Im
Riding hands free
In the backseat
Of the Tess
With my mama
On the other line
Reminding me Im next
Slow it down
Ride quiet
Grip the wheel
You can
Put your guard down
You ainT
Gotta grip
The steel
Relax
And fall
Into this indo
Yeah
We smoking
Purple still
Im not trying to
Advocate it
Promised i would keep it real
Keep it real
Credits
Writer(s): Brionna Lee
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