The Fountain
Check!
Right!
Lately I been down and out
Tryna find a substance just to drown it out
Wrapped in my own head feel like Nick Cannon on Wild n' Out
Mama always said count ya blessings ain't shit to frown about
I can't fall victim depression's too deep to climb up out
Shame when niggas give up the money and start to grind for clout
Same dream, stack up the money split it then round it out
Dish it to my niggas they never should have to doubt about
My loyalty
I forfeit the quick digits I'm focused on these royalties
Its easy when you know that ya bloodline come from Royalty
My niggas never left the hood, tryna show 'em its more to see
No timing for the extras so let me let you down cordially
She ain't get the picture or understand that its more to me
My niggas know I got 'em I promise I tell 'em joyfully
Whether its new benzes or taking trips and crossing seas
Give thanks to all the people that left me cus thats just more for me
And I ain't one to brag but I can't settle for normalcy
My mama raised me different thats physically and emotionally
I'm tryna change the climate for minorities
And even though I rap and sing songs I know its more to be
Still these niggas ignoring me
I can take you to the fountain of knowledge
But I can't help you drink it
I had some weak niggas 'round me my circle needed shrinkage
Niggas gon drop like flies just as fast as you blinkin'
I'm putting shit all in motion to show you what I'm thinkin'
Be conscious of the niggas tryna play with your temperament
If that dog make you bark you ain't nothin' but a pet to him
Oh thats rent to him
Money in the bank
Thats a threat to him
Thats a sign of a nigga thats insecure
He want more but ain't pullin' weight so he want yours
Thats some flaws
Guess you raised by a nigga thats wearing bras
Pause nigga?
Pause nigga
I grew up in the jungle they call the concrete
With long streets
Clean a nigga like laundry
They on E
Rowdy niggas they hungry
They want fees
Rob a nigga they proceeds
Then you got the niggas love to wear they nike techs
Man they love to flex
Different foreign every week its like huarache how they cut they check
Got a hater hot he broke and vex, hustler spirit know he next
Right!
Lately I been down and out
Tryna find a substance just to drown it out
Wrapped in my own head feel like Nick Cannon on Wild n' Out
Mama always said count ya blessings ain't shit to frown about
I can't fall victim depression's too deep to climb up out
Shame when niggas give up the money and start to grind for clout
Same dream, stack up the money split it then round it out
Dish it to my niggas they never should have to doubt about
My loyalty
I forfeit the quick digits I'm focused on these royalties
Its easy when you know that ya bloodline come from Royalty
My niggas never left the hood, tryna show 'em its more to see
No timing for the extras so let me let you down cordially
She ain't get the picture or understand that its more to me
My niggas know I got 'em I promise I tell 'em joyfully
Whether its new benzes or taking trips and crossing seas
Give thanks to all the people that left me cus thats just more for me
And I ain't one to brag but I can't settle for normalcy
My mama raised me different thats physically and emotionally
I'm tryna change the climate for minorities
And even though I rap and sing songs I know its more to be
Still these niggas ignoring me
I can take you to the fountain of knowledge
But I can't help you drink it
I had some weak niggas 'round me my circle needed shrinkage
Niggas gon drop like flies just as fast as you blinkin'
I'm putting shit all in motion to show you what I'm thinkin'
Be conscious of the niggas tryna play with your temperament
If that dog make you bark you ain't nothin' but a pet to him
Oh thats rent to him
Money in the bank
Thats a threat to him
Thats a sign of a nigga thats insecure
He want more but ain't pullin' weight so he want yours
Thats some flaws
Guess you raised by a nigga thats wearing bras
Pause nigga?
Pause nigga
I grew up in the jungle they call the concrete
With long streets
Clean a nigga like laundry
They on E
Rowdy niggas they hungry
They want fees
Rob a nigga they proceeds
Then you got the niggas love to wear they nike techs
Man they love to flex
Different foreign every week its like huarache how they cut they check
Got a hater hot he broke and vex, hustler spirit know he next
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Writer(s): Sheavon Lewis
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