Clouded

(Shit crazy)
In a hotel room blazin'
Watchin Portland trail blazing
The disrespect be blatant
But, I ain't the one who take it
Life is what you make it
Guess I made a mess
Been puttin' wax in all my jays like that's gon' save the stress
No room for errors or complaints
Just gotta play ya best
Then let big homie do his thing
You know he'll take the rest
They told me put it on myself so I just placed my bets
Then, count the money I just made within that very breath
I said I,
Tread lightly
Watchin' niggas that live to spite me
The only nigga thats puttin' on for his city nightly
The only nigga that gotta "go help my niggas" psyche
You wanna fight me, Winnin' is not what's likely
Uh
You betta strap ya nikes up and go & get to the cake
Why you focused on your past like that's gon lead to a break
Why you not focused on the task that he put straight in your face
Now you lookin' like you stuck in your space

You betta'
Get wit' God
Go and work on your faith
Don't be standing here, Just dumb in the face
You betta'
Get your act together
Organize
Then, work on your place
It's nothing waiting for you here
And this your chance to escape

I wrote flows, slept on floors and been hit the bottom
Not a life of scholar but I hustled for a dollar
I'm not sayin' that they don't but, That shit wasn't me
I tried to live a life for me
And all it brought me was a scheme
Once a dream
Now, it seems that shit part of a plan
You start wit nothing in hand
Then, work to hustling grams
Now you punishin'
Damn
You gotta' stick to the plan
Reinvestments bring you closer to your goals,
You won't believe me
Out in Cali', feelin' peachy
The owners, they wanna meet me
To sit and talk down businesses
The game I give, I live wit it
Cuz shit, that's the point of game
It ain't no point in having game if you cant hand it down your name
That shit strange
I don't understand what these niggas be on
Tried to use me like I'm one to lean on
And even though I sing songs, I'm not for catchin' vibes
They tried to illustrate they lies while I was out here passin' time
Outer mind, body, soul
Experiences I'm livin
You know I saw the truth, That shit was vivid
And shit get wicked on the tipping scale
Ain't no room to fail
Or avail all your broken dreams
You want deposits so you gotta go through lotta things
And as that caged bird sings,
I stay focused on the bag like it's the lottery
Livin' without apology
Way you out here movin'?
You livin without a policy
While game, I'm givin' modestly
And honestly,
I'm fed up with the bullshit
Hope the storm is present and it knock you off yo pulpit
Grasping for the Heavens even though I sprayed the full clip
Workin' like a toolkit
You try too hard
Clouded memories can only take your mind so far
Be cautious