Own Shit

I got fed up with my own shit
Ridin' dirty, strapped with the chrome shit
Had to leave the streets and get up on my grown shit
Everybody reaps what you sew shit
I wont lie, fuck the rent, I wanna own shit
Used to look in my eyes you knew I was on shit
Had to numb myself surrounded by this hoe shit
I got up cause I got fed up with my own shit
My own shit, my...

My mind is always racing
I just wanna tell my family I made it
I know time is money and I can't waste it
But sometimes it's easier to hear the music if I'm faded
Fuck waiting
I took them hits all alone and
I was patient
Just saying
I do I can't fucking try
It ain't 'bout where you from it's about where you goin'
The water get heavy, you heavy ya rowin'
The boat got a hole better know how to float
If you choosing this paper can't cut it or fold it
Real shit
You are not the drugs you sold
Lace up ya shoes it's a long road
All these supplements in ya nose
You in love with it but you broke
If you knowin' ya worth you ain't gotta show
If you bitter about it haven't grown
Yeah the game got it's moments, but she a hoe
Lead by example don't preach no mo
We gotta do better and show 'em we mo' than thugs
Can't po' into shit with an empty cup
The system be crackin' up, fake love, get the fuck up and show 'em you had enough
You can make it out, so many ways you can elevate out mane the trap ain't the only one
But don't get it fucked up, gotta love all you can
But you live in the trench better hold a gun
I believe only half what I see, don't believe what I hear gotta show me sum
I was brought up round so many shadows and hate
And only sunlight could show me love
Only God can judge me, I found God in the smallest pleasures
You can't sit around feeling the desperation
All you'll know is a desperate measure
Dig in yourself, you'll find buried treasure
Life is a long lecture
What you feel from the deepest abyss in your failure is the roughest and realest texture
Dig in yourself, you'll find buried treasure
Life is a long lecture
What you feel from the deepest abyss in your failure is the roughest and realest texture
Real shit

I got fed up with my own shit
Ridin' dirty, strapped with the chrome shit
Had to leave the streets and get up on my grown shit
Everybody reaps what you sew shit
I wont lie, fuck the rent, I wanna own shit (yeh)
Used to look in my eyes you knew I was on shit
Had to numb myself surrounded by this hoe shit
I got up cause I got fed up with my own shit
My own shit...

I came from sellin' dope
Always with the shits I had to let it go
I ain't got that kinda bread, I'm doing better though
I remember I was hella broke
Started serving MLK, Cullen and Telephone
I got a job now, take care of my dogs now
I make 'em all proud,
Couple times I knocked on heaven's do'!
I can't lie, I ain't got much, I'm doing better though
Yeah, I'm doing better though
Bitch, UH!
But don't misinterpret my kindness for weakness what's hannin'
Leveled up my rank, to get a paycheck out my passion
Meant to ball, expensive taste with fashion
The devil in me, he like delicacy
So I keep him at bay, and keep my weapon with me
Switched over to Glocks, can't risk gettin' stuck
Friends turn enemies, enemies into fathers
Blood floods the streets, but the concrete harder
But don't misinterpret my kindness for weakness what's hannin
Leveled up my rank, to get a paycheck out my passion
Meant to ball, expensive taste with fashion
Devil in me, he like delicacy
So I keep him at bay, and keep my weapon with me
Switched over to Glocks, can't risk gettin' stuck
Friends turn enemies, enemies into fathers
Blood floods the streets, the concrete gets harder