Arabica Beans (feat. Bew & NickyBoy Leo)
Trust the process
It's really a simple concept
Don't take this outta context
It hurts me when I'm conscious
My bones ache but for the hoes sake
I pull up like I'm Gods gift
I got this
It's just the process
Human transformation turned the boy into a man
A man into a God
A God to a Facade
When you start to figure out that you only just a man
Ego driven weak decision made me wanna throw my hands
Broke nigga habits make me wanna throw these bands
Long as my hands is holding grands
No romancing holding hands
Stash my work up in her crib
All my hoes is holding grams
Like a hug from your mother's mother
Stacks baby yous a cold motherfucker
Way colder than them other suckers
Almost touching thirty and still look up to my brother
Pulled a bitch I always wanted but don't think that I can cuff her
She hopping that I bust the rubber
I'm hoping that the nut don't touch my covers
Trust your stride
Good to remember there's no going back
Myself and I we gotta make a pact, to live the rest of our lives
In due time, answers we'll find
I bet we're gonna laugh about the past
As we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow
Trust the process
I told y'all that I'm God son
I'm probably Nas Son
But my mom keep saying nah son
I told you youu big Robs son
It's all good this is all fun
Weed that we be smoking it's all Fudd
I saw cuz threw a jab and told em put his guard up
It's all fun
Your friends they can all come
Got some liquor with us too I think Desmond had brought some
With weapons he brought guns
Real spitting it's all facts
You need it then call Stacks
I'm busy I'll call back
I'm busy just fall back
I'm kicking these hard raps
That's hotter than cars jacked
Ripping apart tracks
I'm healing my heart patched
Look me in my eyes you getting your heart snatched
I'm getting my soul straight
Making these hoes wait
Kill it a cold case
Really since 08
Been Ill as the old Jay
Really backstabbers y'all really some O'Jays
Trust your stride
Good to remember there's no going back
Myself and I we gotta make a pact, to live the rest of our lives
In due time, answers we'll find
I bet we're gonna laugh about the past
As we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow
It's really a simple concept
Don't take this outta context
It hurts me when I'm conscious
My bones ache but for the hoes sake
I pull up like I'm Gods gift
I got this
It's just the process
Human transformation turned the boy into a man
A man into a God
A God to a Facade
When you start to figure out that you only just a man
Ego driven weak decision made me wanna throw my hands
Broke nigga habits make me wanna throw these bands
Long as my hands is holding grands
No romancing holding hands
Stash my work up in her crib
All my hoes is holding grams
Like a hug from your mother's mother
Stacks baby yous a cold motherfucker
Way colder than them other suckers
Almost touching thirty and still look up to my brother
Pulled a bitch I always wanted but don't think that I can cuff her
She hopping that I bust the rubber
I'm hoping that the nut don't touch my covers
Trust your stride
Good to remember there's no going back
Myself and I we gotta make a pact, to live the rest of our lives
In due time, answers we'll find
I bet we're gonna laugh about the past
As we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow
Trust the process
I told y'all that I'm God son
I'm probably Nas Son
But my mom keep saying nah son
I told you youu big Robs son
It's all good this is all fun
Weed that we be smoking it's all Fudd
I saw cuz threw a jab and told em put his guard up
It's all fun
Your friends they can all come
Got some liquor with us too I think Desmond had brought some
With weapons he brought guns
Real spitting it's all facts
You need it then call Stacks
I'm busy I'll call back
I'm busy just fall back
I'm kicking these hard raps
That's hotter than cars jacked
Ripping apart tracks
I'm healing my heart patched
Look me in my eyes you getting your heart snatched
I'm getting my soul straight
Making these hoes wait
Kill it a cold case
Really since 08
Been Ill as the old Jay
Really backstabbers y'all really some O'Jays
Trust your stride
Good to remember there's no going back
Myself and I we gotta make a pact, to live the rest of our lives
In due time, answers we'll find
I bet we're gonna laugh about the past
As we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow, we grow
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Martin
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