In the Way

How could I tell em how they living is wrong
When money smell hitting is strong take one whiff you gone
All it take is one brick and you on
Lost in the game trying to live like a don bang and assist with LeBron
End in the system in prison with visits from mom
Or missing and six feet embalmed
These are consequences many died from senseless reasons I could mention
Ain't no time extension presented when ya life's on the line
And ain't no use fighting with time
Some niggas only feel enlightened when they lighting a bong
Who am I to judge this bourbon in my cup
Got the whole to world feeling like it's right in my palms
Niggas be righteous but pawns trying to check a king
You got the game of life all wrong
Bosses popping oxies a oxy moron
You can't handle the stress you need to get more strong
Still I remain calm lyrically I got the bomb
When they put me on pass it on to to king born let's go

It's the nigga with a attitude back off sabbatical
I ain't like you rapper dudes everything I rap is true
Actual factual I was better than half of you
As a youth rapping after school had to figure a path to choose
Cause rapping ain't pay the bills and being broke
And thirty give a nigga the chills
Real recognize real was going through our growing pains
Son was getting older I couldn't focus with a sober brain
Henny hit me like Novocain motivated by dollars back
When I pushed the Mazda than I copped the impala yea
I was riding on tens but I kept em clean now
I'm thinking bout a trip to the medellín
Not for cocaiana just to kick it with the chicas
Smoke on some Cohiba while I'm sipping Casamigos
White sand on the beaches from the concrete jungle
Where I perfected my hustle reflect on my mama's struggle
Shout out to mama I love you
You and my papa made a man life is what you make it
I ain't complaining I played my hand
I payed the cost to be the boss get it straight
These niggas say they outside but they just in the way



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Writer(s): Steve Rinchere
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