Reservations

When you search for your inner light
No one ever tell you how dark it get
No one ever tell you how hard it is
To push the hard line for your dreams
Like a barber kit
No ones never there for the start of it
But once it work
They say let's work together
Bitch you got some nerve
Bitch you got some nerve
It be the ones that never helped
That swear they got a spot reserved
But you won't get what I deserve
So many thoughts run through my mind
Sometimes I just can't find verse... nah
To paint a picture
Of all of the heinous things
That I've observed... nah
So this is a thousand words
With no picture in mind
Cause lately my 3rd eye been closed
So this is a gift from the blind
All I wanted was to be a king
That's remembered in time
But wound up just being
A fool for love
And a victim of pride
Same characteristics
As all my niggas that died
If Gunna Bro
Had learned to let things go
He'd be alive
If Kadeem didn't trust that hoe
Then he would've survived
Never saw 18
But he saw his life before his eyes
That's fucked up
But God got a plan for us all
And no one can skip their demise
That's real shit
But my dreams are just as real as death
So I'll give it a try
Cause if you don't live for what you love
Then you've already died
Gotta listen to your intuition
It'll tell you know lie
I would rather starve
Than to have my expression denied
Never kept a job
Cause I can't put my ambitions aside
But I gotta find the balance
Because America
Won't let you just get by with talent
But I'm up for the challenge
$100 in my bank account
Driving through LA traffic
On a mission to connect the dots
Cause lord knows
I wasted too much time
Tryna connect with THOTS
Spent time away from the Bay
That's where I left my heart
Cause you can't bring that with you
On your sleeve when you prepare for war
Had nowhere to go
So I just crashed at my producer crib
Me & my whole team tryna make a way
With the music biz
Business meetings with moguls
They can tell I come from the dirt
Hunger so palpable
They can see my ribs through my shirt
Studio sessions with future legends
Tryna make a name
In a room full of niggas
Willing to trade their life for fame... shit
What hell of a game that we playing
But if I'm not playing this game
Then it's back to the basics
Tried to replace it with love
But I didn't get it back
Used my depression as a weapon
Just to get a bag
This shit is mainey
I've been driven for so long
That I didn't realize
I was driving in this car alone
When you search for your inner light
No one ever tell you how dark it get
No one ever tell you how hard it is
To push the hard line for your dreams
Like a barber kit
No ones never there for the start of it
But once it work
They say let's work together
Bitch you got some nerve
Bitch you got some nerve
It be the ones that never helped
That swear they got a spot reserved
But you won't get what I deserve
When you search for your inner light
No one ever tell you how dark it get
No one ever tell you how hard it is
To push the hard line for your dreams
Like a barber kit
No ones never there for the start of it
But once it work
They say let's work together
Bitch you got some nerve
Bitch you got some nerve
It be the ones that never helped
That swear they got a spot reserved
But you won't get what I deserve