Here I Go
I got blessings even tho a nigga seen the struggle
Coffins closed, moms weeping puddles
Man that lady lost a son
That kid lost a brother
Shits cold now it's feeling like the winter up in summer
Plus his brothers in the system
Calling from the county kicking wisdom
He got into a shootout but thank god them bullets missed em
Overtime up in them cells he started preaching Islam
I ask em how he feels, he just hope the lord forgive em
I'm in a city full of dreams and yet they sleeping on me
I say the type of shit to make you niggas think you know me
Cause man I used to think that life was phony
In a big ass world but still feeling lonely
How is that?
Funny how they clowning cause I'm tryna rap
All that fronting till I make it then ya have my back
Well I don't acknowledge dick riding you can keep it moving
Should think twice bout what the fuck you doing
I got a notebook full of lyrics on my lap
I got a city full of pain on my back
And they say "yeah I know, I feel your pain"
But they just don't know
The chance slipping man so here I go
I can't miss it man so here I go
About to take over the show
I can't fumble
I gotta make it or stay up in the struggle nigga
To the ones out in the world full of ambition
Tryna chase a goal but your parents don't listen
And your friends don't get it
I know just how your feeling
Like the closest ones around seem to act like oppositions
It's whatever
Don't reflect on negative shit
But if my life was like a girl
She'll be a negative bitch
Man that's real
This the appetite you couldn't kill
The sickest young nigga that no medicine could heal
Ay can I make it in this game?
And when I make it in this bitch
Can I prove I'm here to stay
And show these fake pain motherfuckers we ain't the same
I do it for my niggas who can't see another day
And yeah i still look up in the clouds and shit
Pretend I see all of my people holding hands smiling down and shit man
How much time until I meet my maker
How much time I really got to sit here bothered by my haters
I got no time nigga
I got a notebook full of lyrics on my lap
I got a city full of pain on my back
And they say "yeah I know, I feel your pain"
But they just don't know
The chance slipping man so here I go
I can't miss it man so here I go
About to take over the show
I can't fumble
I gotta make it or stay up in the struggle nigga
You better get up
And show out
And speed up
Ain't no time to slow down
You tryna live up in the fast lane
Pick your weight up or you getting left up in the last lane
Is that right
I better get up
I show out
I speed up
Ain't no time to slow down
I'm tryna live up in the fast lane
Pick my weight up cause they ain't leaving me in the last lane
So Ima ride with the beat baby
Get high with the beat baby
I know you feel it in your feet baby
So don't worry bout a thing
Don't worry bout a thing and how we ride with this
Coffins closed, moms weeping puddles
Man that lady lost a son
That kid lost a brother
Shits cold now it's feeling like the winter up in summer
Plus his brothers in the system
Calling from the county kicking wisdom
He got into a shootout but thank god them bullets missed em
Overtime up in them cells he started preaching Islam
I ask em how he feels, he just hope the lord forgive em
I'm in a city full of dreams and yet they sleeping on me
I say the type of shit to make you niggas think you know me
Cause man I used to think that life was phony
In a big ass world but still feeling lonely
How is that?
Funny how they clowning cause I'm tryna rap
All that fronting till I make it then ya have my back
Well I don't acknowledge dick riding you can keep it moving
Should think twice bout what the fuck you doing
I got a notebook full of lyrics on my lap
I got a city full of pain on my back
And they say "yeah I know, I feel your pain"
But they just don't know
The chance slipping man so here I go
I can't miss it man so here I go
About to take over the show
I can't fumble
I gotta make it or stay up in the struggle nigga
To the ones out in the world full of ambition
Tryna chase a goal but your parents don't listen
And your friends don't get it
I know just how your feeling
Like the closest ones around seem to act like oppositions
It's whatever
Don't reflect on negative shit
But if my life was like a girl
She'll be a negative bitch
Man that's real
This the appetite you couldn't kill
The sickest young nigga that no medicine could heal
Ay can I make it in this game?
And when I make it in this bitch
Can I prove I'm here to stay
And show these fake pain motherfuckers we ain't the same
I do it for my niggas who can't see another day
And yeah i still look up in the clouds and shit
Pretend I see all of my people holding hands smiling down and shit man
How much time until I meet my maker
How much time I really got to sit here bothered by my haters
I got no time nigga
I got a notebook full of lyrics on my lap
I got a city full of pain on my back
And they say "yeah I know, I feel your pain"
But they just don't know
The chance slipping man so here I go
I can't miss it man so here I go
About to take over the show
I can't fumble
I gotta make it or stay up in the struggle nigga
You better get up
And show out
And speed up
Ain't no time to slow down
You tryna live up in the fast lane
Pick your weight up or you getting left up in the last lane
Is that right
I better get up
I show out
I speed up
Ain't no time to slow down
I'm tryna live up in the fast lane
Pick my weight up cause they ain't leaving me in the last lane
So Ima ride with the beat baby
Get high with the beat baby
I know you feel it in your feet baby
So don't worry bout a thing
Don't worry bout a thing and how we ride with this
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Writer(s): Armando Dela'o
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