Street Poet
Blowing down this smoke
I'm just tryna cope
Smoking a L then catch a DUB nigga yeah I'm used to both
I made a wave to make a way so I could fly from coast to coast
And put my parents on some shit that they ain't never seen before
I'm asking pops if he okay cuz he been working 10 to 4
I know his back sore
I'm in the same position shit is old
I know some niggas catching bodies like a fucking common cold
I treat the money like the hoes, it come, I pass it to the bro's
I was the nigga reading books
While the gang was by stove
4 niggas 1 bed, shit I'm sleeping on the floor
And I ain't have no where to be
Shit I ain't even have no hope
I'm Tryna wash away my scars and we ain't even have no soap
I guess my Dukes ain't never know bout my life outside
And how this young nigga changed once he said bye bye
Now I been wilding in these streets like my old head died
But he home
He been calling my phone
Like where you been at?
Man I'm riding round mad as fuck still tryna get my grin back
Fighting off depression cuz I'll never get my kin back granny gone, got a pain in my stomach like where my rib at
Get a Grammy I'm a shoutout my granny like girl we did that
I'm on a journey most niggas prolly would turn back
The street don't love you my nigga I had to learn that
I heard them boys talk good game but do yo verbs match
I'm in the field just like Jessie Owen on his first lap
I told my family I'd make it I know they waiting still
I hope they know I'm near a high point like kernersville
Chasing deals
Hungry as ever been I'm tryna find a meal
Y'all niggas think y'all fresh to death then I'm overkill
And I be laughing to the bank, Jonah Hill
I'm cutting up more woods than a fucking paper mill
I got anxiety but money keep me sitting still
If you ain't been through all this shit don't tell me how to feel
My pockets large but I grew up wearing mediums
Had to play the corner route just like patrick Peterson
Now She yelling take the rubber off And woodah leave it in
I think the love is different when she know a nigga bound to win
Drowning in some shit I used to pray fins
Cuz when you out here on your own you either sink or you swim
Now I'm out here making money I ain't making friends
Cuz I was fighting with my demons now we made amends
I'm just tryna cope
Smoking a L then catch a DUB nigga yeah I'm used to both
I made a wave to make a way so I could fly from coast to coast
And put my parents on some shit that they ain't never seen before
I'm asking pops if he okay cuz he been working 10 to 4
I know his back sore
I'm in the same position shit is old
I know some niggas catching bodies like a fucking common cold
I treat the money like the hoes, it come, I pass it to the bro's
I was the nigga reading books
While the gang was by stove
4 niggas 1 bed, shit I'm sleeping on the floor
And I ain't have no where to be
Shit I ain't even have no hope
I'm Tryna wash away my scars and we ain't even have no soap
I guess my Dukes ain't never know bout my life outside
And how this young nigga changed once he said bye bye
Now I been wilding in these streets like my old head died
But he home
He been calling my phone
Like where you been at?
Man I'm riding round mad as fuck still tryna get my grin back
Fighting off depression cuz I'll never get my kin back granny gone, got a pain in my stomach like where my rib at
Get a Grammy I'm a shoutout my granny like girl we did that
I'm on a journey most niggas prolly would turn back
The street don't love you my nigga I had to learn that
I heard them boys talk good game but do yo verbs match
I'm in the field just like Jessie Owen on his first lap
I told my family I'd make it I know they waiting still
I hope they know I'm near a high point like kernersville
Chasing deals
Hungry as ever been I'm tryna find a meal
Y'all niggas think y'all fresh to death then I'm overkill
And I be laughing to the bank, Jonah Hill
I'm cutting up more woods than a fucking paper mill
I got anxiety but money keep me sitting still
If you ain't been through all this shit don't tell me how to feel
My pockets large but I grew up wearing mediums
Had to play the corner route just like patrick Peterson
Now She yelling take the rubber off And woodah leave it in
I think the love is different when she know a nigga bound to win
Drowning in some shit I used to pray fins
Cuz when you out here on your own you either sink or you swim
Now I'm out here making money I ain't making friends
Cuz I was fighting with my demons now we made amends
Credits
Writer(s): Will Comer
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