On To Something

From me to you
For now and forever
Winnebago County

Eight One Five niggas don't fold when it's on
Did some things so I could eat that a soul ain't been told
I don't throw it in a rap for a song to be sold
I do this for the city it's an ode to my home
My life feel like it's a poem out of job
My story like a prophecy exposed through the scroll
My spirit like a force imposed on the globe
Ain't ask for the shit I was chose it's a role
Walking through my kingdom kush smoke on my robe
The universe balanced out all my foes been disposed
They killed my homie and we had to put the show on a hold
Then make soundtrack to the city to perform on the road
Never turned on my brothers I sworn to the code
Winnebago oaths that I never broke form to uphold
Never feared walking through the storm in the cold
Been up for thirty hours straight as I record in the yo
I'll sleep when I'm laying with the worms in a hole
Stayed patient, paid dues, now my turn has arose
Crossed bridges when we got to em burned em and go
Looking at pictures with niggas that done turned to a ghost
Having dreams when I sleep of reversal of roles
I get submerged in the smoke
And emerge with the glow
These labels like devils out here purchasing souls
Eight One Five niggas stay determined and strong
May the Lord strike me down if these sermons is wrong

They think I owe em something
I got a chip on my shoulder from it
Nowadays we don't have no discussions
I used to talk to her when my soul was suffering
Man, I'm from the home of struggling
The only thing we ever known is hustling
But my mama say these songs is troubling
Whole city know my name I guess I'm on to something
From the home of struggling
The only thing we ever known is hustling
But my mama say these songs is troubling
Whole city know our name I guess we on to something

This from me to you
Turn the speakers up my soul bleeding through
Whole city know it's drama no discreet disputes
When the summer come around niggas beef renewed
Roll me another blunt then my grief subdued
Going to niggas wakes in the cheapest suits
That money like the tree of life I'm trying to reach the roots
Leave my trials and tribulations on these beats as proof
Made a pact with God, my son a reap the fruits
One way or another I'm a see this through
Niggas lying on songs they remix the truth
I was dying alone I use that shit as fuel
Now it's Black Rabbit money mob and we bonafide
Grinding day and night till we certified
Pull that paperwork get it notarized
Motivated by the pain I internalized

From me to you
Eight One Five
For now and forever