Process
Lil Bro Dread
You gotta watch niggas sitting at ya back door
What the fuck you think they at the back for?
I'm talking bout the black folks
Fuck niggas fucking up the cashflow
And I got it all depending on what he ask for
But I never tell a soul how I network
Cause niggas risk it all
Killing you for your net worth
I'm never in they face
'Cause I'm getting money at work
In the morning when my feet hit the ground Nigga that's first
People steady wanna hit me with the nonsense
What they don't know a lot bottled up in conscious
I be cooling on defense
Never offense
Talking 'bout the business
Communicating with bosses
Talking bout how we doubled up off the losses
It was dead line
You could die if you cross it
In the middle of May
But the flows hotter than August
I'm giving out passes whenever I'm ballin'
'Cause I ain't got time for the games
Maybe we can hang
If you tryna make change
And I ain't talking bout stains
I'm talking about the brains
Creating your own lane
And meditating with pain
Then eating off of the gain
And I never let a fuck person get close up
If they think bout take something
My niggas post up
I be somewhere marketing
Somebody gotta host us
Business done
Shots fired
Let them pussies hold something
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
Anybody that got more than me
Is motivation
Always showed loved
I never been with the hating
Praying for everybody and I'm wishing that we make it
Until stupid muthafuckers
Come and cause an altercation
I be sitting
I be patient
I be sipping
I be waiting
Never looking for trouble
If it's coming I'ma face it
Mama told me if you do not see no problems then don't make it
Cause if you do
You get ya ass whooped you betta take it
Made a nigga man up
Now I gotta stand up
Done with the stupid shit
I got another chance bruh
But still got a chance of getting killed with my hands up
So we walk around strap
And they still won't understand us
I'm not a youth activist
I'm sippin true activist
Tryna get my bank account and phone numbers accurate
I don't want a needy bitch
The hustle she be matching it
Tryna own a house
And the hotel in the back of it
I'm jus tryna tell ya
I'm not into celebrating the failure
Out every weekend
Pockets on the weak end
And still it's nothing nobody can come tell ya
But I'm as blunt as my weed be
Reading books on Dr. Sebi
And changing what we eat
And owning the tv
And changing up everything we see
And waiting on Lil bro to release bitch
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
You gotta watch niggas sitting at ya back door
What the fuck you think they at the back for?
I'm talking bout the black folks
Fuck niggas fucking up the cashflow
And I got it all depending on what he ask for
But I never tell a soul how I network
Cause niggas risk it all
Killing you for your net worth
I'm never in they face
'Cause I'm getting money at work
In the morning when my feet hit the ground Nigga that's first
People steady wanna hit me with the nonsense
What they don't know a lot bottled up in conscious
I be cooling on defense
Never offense
Talking 'bout the business
Communicating with bosses
Talking bout how we doubled up off the losses
It was dead line
You could die if you cross it
In the middle of May
But the flows hotter than August
I'm giving out passes whenever I'm ballin'
'Cause I ain't got time for the games
Maybe we can hang
If you tryna make change
And I ain't talking bout stains
I'm talking about the brains
Creating your own lane
And meditating with pain
Then eating off of the gain
And I never let a fuck person get close up
If they think bout take something
My niggas post up
I be somewhere marketing
Somebody gotta host us
Business done
Shots fired
Let them pussies hold something
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
Anybody that got more than me
Is motivation
Always showed loved
I never been with the hating
Praying for everybody and I'm wishing that we make it
Until stupid muthafuckers
Come and cause an altercation
I be sitting
I be patient
I be sipping
I be waiting
Never looking for trouble
If it's coming I'ma face it
Mama told me if you do not see no problems then don't make it
Cause if you do
You get ya ass whooped you betta take it
Made a nigga man up
Now I gotta stand up
Done with the stupid shit
I got another chance bruh
But still got a chance of getting killed with my hands up
So we walk around strap
And they still won't understand us
I'm not a youth activist
I'm sippin true activist
Tryna get my bank account and phone numbers accurate
I don't want a needy bitch
The hustle she be matching it
Tryna own a house
And the hotel in the back of it
I'm jus tryna tell ya
I'm not into celebrating the failure
Out every weekend
Pockets on the weak end
And still it's nothing nobody can come tell ya
But I'm as blunt as my weed be
Reading books on Dr. Sebi
And changing what we eat
And owning the tv
And changing up everything we see
And waiting on Lil bro to release bitch
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
Been a long time
I been trippin' on the process
All in the mind
Interfering with my conscious
Tryna think straight
It's a race
It's a contest
Tryna rush great
It ain't fake
It's a process
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Writer(s): Jacqueline Nicholson, Lamar Elliott
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