Building (feat. Illah Dayz & Shi Money)

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
It's all real

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Jet

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
It's all real

Kings from Queens is deeper than running deep
Seeing and screening
But they want you to believe it, so they put you in this box
Now you unorthodox when you're trying to find a meaning
I'm trying to find the reasons
Took your old earth, put it in a wind 'cause you couldn't realize your worth
Now you fight within
A real eternal fire
You either throw a box in the cage
You're getting higher listen

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son

Ayo, my brother lost his brother and mother in a two week span
When I'm still here doing all that I can
Use to call on my young dog Stan
Grab a can pack, take half the other half in my pants
Still in cost used to grab my auntie bumps yo pardon me?
The band was from KFC the key was a Flathead screwdriver
I know that I laugh what's laughter if I stay in some valor
A pimp in my own mind, selling trucks gets gutter
It's dirty work, so my finger nails muddy
I try to reach one and teach one
Before they play you in public and have you bumping like the MP's truck

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son

The most hated, most copied
As a youth I couldn't figure asking God why me?
The last one they help
The first they watch
It's fucked up when it happens from your own kind
You better start with a piece of mind
Then maintain with a piece of grind
'cause ain't nobody coming
You either build or destroy where we come from

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son

I seen my father watching
Before I jumped off the stoop
And started causing problems
Either the Lord was with me or I'm in the prison rotting
I know war over drugs ain't the godly option
I was a son before I ever seen one
But some frauds act hot like they ain't underneath one
Trying building the streets 'cause when you die you can't keep nothing
Listen here youngen if you gonna put in that work you better keep something 'cause your best friend told you she is not your risk
Cops always got snitched because in the end niggas want to be rich
But you can't build wealth with a brick

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son

Check
A day late and a dollar short
So I hustle
Who want to live like James in Florida
A constant struggle
So our bubble came to double versus
It could be worse
As I sit back and twist the Sherburn
I don't complain
I disdain that type of talk
My grandfather was a warrior
My grandfather there until the boss is up Tennessee to Florida
Cause ain't the wrong way to eat nothing when your stomach rumble

Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son
Clear with the youth
I teach my Son
As he kneels on the stool
Son