Come on Down
Look
2 Months gone it feel like I was jail
Every other week I pray my momma sending mail
Letters from that lady swear to god that she my baby
Pops would send it to I swear my life would drive me crazy
Nobody knew my personal I swear I was stuck
Every night man it just felt like a rush what's going on?
Waiting on like 20 jobs calling up my phone
I was down and out everyday I'm thinking long
Every night laying prone bugging all alone
But I was always in that zone hoping for the throne
I swear this shit is like a bad case
Just know that sun is gonna shine up on a bad day
You know time wait for no man I was thinking my own plan
Gotta go and get it this will put me in position
Take it all in stride this is something I can't hide
Countin' down the days seeing millions with my eyes
Uh
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
I be caught off guard like a deer in the headlights
Still tryna learn the ways tryna get my bread right
Wanna cash out on a whip that look dead nice
Inside black mike outside dead mike
You could see I'm tryna better my life
Pin stripes Yankee cap on living it right
I resemble the city I'm bright lit up the night
40 Deuce 34th street killing it twice hooray hit 'em with rice
Celebration, learn the ways from the best
This is mediation, I was made for the quest
Different things I done make me everything a man
Different things I seen make me everything I am
Not a rap don't work then it's back to the block
Tryna figure how to package a rock kinda nigga
Never wanna be a gangsta just a father figure
Tryna shed some light so I can share my knowledge with ya
Uh
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
I don't wanna be a rap don't work then it's back to the block
Tryna figure how to package a rock kinda nigga
That's it
2 Months gone it feel like I was jail
Every other week I pray my momma sending mail
Letters from that lady swear to god that she my baby
Pops would send it to I swear my life would drive me crazy
Nobody knew my personal I swear I was stuck
Every night man it just felt like a rush what's going on?
Waiting on like 20 jobs calling up my phone
I was down and out everyday I'm thinking long
Every night laying prone bugging all alone
But I was always in that zone hoping for the throne
I swear this shit is like a bad case
Just know that sun is gonna shine up on a bad day
You know time wait for no man I was thinking my own plan
Gotta go and get it this will put me in position
Take it all in stride this is something I can't hide
Countin' down the days seeing millions with my eyes
Uh
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
I be caught off guard like a deer in the headlights
Still tryna learn the ways tryna get my bread right
Wanna cash out on a whip that look dead nice
Inside black mike outside dead mike
You could see I'm tryna better my life
Pin stripes Yankee cap on living it right
I resemble the city I'm bright lit up the night
40 Deuce 34th street killing it twice hooray hit 'em with rice
Celebration, learn the ways from the best
This is mediation, I was made for the quest
Different things I done make me everything a man
Different things I seen make me everything I am
Not a rap don't work then it's back to the block
Tryna figure how to package a rock kinda nigga
Never wanna be a gangsta just a father figure
Tryna shed some light so I can share my knowledge with ya
Uh
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
Its like a jungle sometimes it make me wonder how I keep from going under
I don't wanna be a rap don't work then it's back to the block
Tryna figure how to package a rock kinda nigga
That's it
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Dolberry
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