Jet Set Radio

Tryna come up with the team
The American dream
This is album number two my momma call me a king
I been reaching for the stars to get all that I need
In and out of foreign cars but it ain't all that it seems
I was waiting on a record deal
They tell me I'm not good enough
This making of a legend feel
They tell me I'm not hood enough
Nigga I was raised on a block that ain't good enough
Nigga I was raised out the trenches
Diamond in the rough
Too many niggas gang banging now that I knew growing up
Too many niggas rap without a plan so you get overlooked
Slow it down
Finally found love I guess I'm growing now
In loving hands
I become better than I once was
Shackled in the armor of God
But I rather be a villain like I'm general zod
So I'm down on my knees
Head to the sky
But only when I'm needing your love
So you don't reply

Cold cold days but it's looking up
If my time shall come hope I'm good enough
When it's my time to shine hope I'm bright enough
I been down on my faith when I needed love

Got supreme to heal the pain I guess it didn't work
But I feel better when I wear it cause I'm still a nigga
I got roses at my feet now
People wanna leach now
Always got a hand out
Guess that how it be now
Drowning in my sins on the daily
Still a righteous man
Fighting with myself to sell out
So I can be the man
But they gon want this verse from me
Cause everything fit perfectly
Praying on my pain
For a album
That's a curse for me
But I just the want the accolades to write my name in cursive G
Reaching for desires in the end might end up worse for me
I just need it urgently
I take the things that work for me
And make it something better
I been grinding with a purpose see
Back against the wall
But I won't falter when that gun on me
In my aunty house
I smell like reefer with this blunt on me
I don't need no company
From niggas who ain't done for me
These niggas wanna take my shine
But me I'm shining comfortably

Cold cold days but it's looking up
If my time shall come hope I'm good enough
When it's my time to shine hope I'm bright enough
I been down on my faith when I needed love

I been looking in the mirror tryna improve my nigga
I been reading up on life got us fooled my nigga
I'm a chosen man
Heavy as these golden hands
Heavy as the weight on my shoulders
Feel like boulders and
Heavy as the heart in my chest
Hope it beat it again
I could never be the man
Cause baby I'm to real for that
And if I never see again
Baby you are beautiful
Black is power
I been climbing up the tower of God
Babylon
Tear it down
Now we look to the sky
Temptation be the sin of man
Got us growing up with nothing but this gun in hand
Jeezy told us trap or die but told his son go to college
Ain't that wicked shit
Momma only want a house with picket fence
I'm working every night so I can build the bricks
Your dream home it will exist
Remember days when I ain't have a lick to give
Accepted you with open arms cause Jesus turned the other cheek
But here I am
On the loneliest of nights
Keyze how you get that chain
Boy I had to pay the price
Making money off the plight
Of myself and my people
I'm ashamed of that
So they gon get more pain for that
Writing till my screen crack
Only thing I need racks
They gon see the picture before I'm gone and I mean that
These raps
Something from the soul can you feel that

I been praying to the other side
Black man feeling mortified
Gun in hand like I'm born to die
Hundred bands make 'em swallow pride
I been praying to the other side
Black man feeling mortified
Gun in hand like I'm born to die
Hundred bands make 'em swallow pride
Jet Set Radio