The Nomad

This the Nomad
Follow me on my journeys... come with me for my travels...

I'm the oldest of the young gods/
I'm the youngest of the old heads/
I'm the hottest of the cold blooded/
I'm the coolest of the hotheads/
I been the man of my house/
20 years my daddy been dead/
Had to get up out my comfort zone/
Many nights it was no bed/
Lil buddy asked me where you from/
I ain't trip I say Chicago/
He ask so you Black Stone/
I told him no them my guys tho/
Told my wifey I'll be alright/
Tell my momma don't you worry none/
Before I hop into the night life late night/
Call say good night to my son/
Now I step me out to creep/
On these California streets/
New field same cleats/
Pray the LORD my soul to keep/
Be the man I'm 'spose to be/
Represent who close to me/
Bend a block big chain/
Swanggin' like a rosary/
Now I step me out to creep/
On these California streets/
New field same cleats/
Pray the LORD my soul to keep/
Be the man I'm 'spose to be/
Represent who close to me/
Bend a block big chain/
Swanggin' like a rosary/
Feel we finna level up/
On the real we finna level up/
Know we finna level up/
Hell yeah we finna level up/
I ain't got no time just to wander/
Got too many skills just to squander/
Good vibes in the air like the ganja/
But haters curl they lip up/
Like Jamie playing Wanda/
[maybe I'm tripping, what are we doing...
Maybe we shouldn't have come out here
Where we going... man need to gon' give up joe...
Are we on the right path, if it was gon' happen it'da happen already
Are we wasting too much time...
I don't know where we going, I thought we was...]
Back on my grind and grizzie I go/
They see me and wonder who is he I know/
Handle my business I'm busy fo'sho/
But I look at my goals and I ain't even close/
Damn near 4-0 no ain't done yet/
Just connected Sibley to Sunset/
Up all night like a red eye flight/
5 am and I ain't seen the sun yet/
You don't know what I gave up/
You don't know what I saved up/
So when you looking for the goods/
How dare you ever ask me/
To settle for a pay cut B*tch/
[Like I ain't here working...
Like I ain't out here try'na get for everybody I know
I don't give a f*ck if it's palms trees and sunshine...
No shorts, I need all of mine... Mothaf*cker!



Credits
Writer(s): Lamar Greer, Christopher Brandon Evans
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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