Carry On

I support a local business when I buy from my plug
We treat little beefs like nun, it goes under the rug
You just mad we playing shows, high road, look who's above
Don't go lying and speaking, while I'm out on a hunt (Say something)
Don't keep typing and tweeting, when you still won't confront
Twist up lives in this blunt, maybe I'm out on a hunch
Naw fuck it Imma die on this hill
Hold this knife like a grudge, I can't kiss and make up
Don't get too attached, love is one hell of a drug
Your just mad and it shows, she took a helluva toll
Live in the moment, you got caught up brushing off dust in the wrong home
I saw the the blood rush
A new face atop the totem pole
That just how this shit goes
Yeah yeah, that just how this shit goes
Y'already know

It was a steep hill, it was a windy slope
It was the last resort, when you were falling short
It was a big bag with a heavy burden
But you pulled it through, until the straps came loose
But now there's puddles on the floor
Seeping up through your boots
Sinking into the soil, and it waters your roots
I know it's strange, the way things have changed but
Nothing can stay the same

Yeah
These days I'm used to ends splitting
Me and my niggas like to eat we always in the kitchen
And we only fuck with checks we need that handwritten
But I've learned to be grateful for whatever I'm given
Aye
And I'm sorry that I blocked you off
Ain't no transportation burned the bridge we used to walk across
I don't stress 'bout it and I'm moving on
So if we need that loot we run it up like a marathon
Clearing out the smog
Clogging up my thoughts
The trial and the error make me wanna carry on
Righting all my wrongs
Stitch together bonds
But if you ain't bout the digits then you can't come along
I'm a long way gone
I try my best to go above and beyond
Day by day it goes on
I get through if I'm sticking with my pack we the dogs

Uh oh, they caught major on the wrong day
Hard to say if he gone hit them niggas Pompeii
But he's all game, no balls no chain
But felt connected to that ball and chain on his worse phase
It's falsettos, high for a month straight
But we on the wrong page but now I feel my nature born grace
My circle covered no need for Allstate
Anyways you all lame
This fuck rap, no foreplay

It was a steep hill, it was a windy slope
It was the last resort, when you were falling short
It was a big bag with a heavy burden
But you pulled it through, until the straps came loose
But now there's puddles on the floor
Seeping up through your boots
Sinking into the soil, and it waters your roots
I know it's strange, the way things have changed but
Nothing can stay the same