Bradda G - Dimensions Lyrics

Dimensions I feel so suspended
The cost for the gold was my soul
So I spent it

I fell in love with marijuana at great age
No peer pressure
I chose my time to get high
Off their pressure
I made my own decision
I was 21
And at the time I was seeing a girl who started young
She'd look at me and ask
Why not do it
I'd sigh and I'd gasp
I never really new it
The answer to the question that was pressing had me stressing cause my father would accuse
Me of

Gettin high
Gettin by
Not having goals
Wasting my life
Wasting the nights
At my girlfriend house
Sometimes wasn't at the girlfriends house
Sometimes link up with a shawty from the south
Who text about her mouth
And her pussy game was raw
And even tho I hit the bitch I didn't hit her raw
So f*ck what ya heard
Only go by what you saw
But anyway lemme talk about this sticky moss
I be lightin up like the week of Mardi Gras
And yes party hard
It's really prolly cause
I ain't go to college
I ain't stay on campus
I was one lonely line
On an empty canvas
Trapped in the one set minded
Blinded by the ignorance of kindness
Hotter than a temporal state of climate
Intellectual ladder that I'm climbing
Intersects with matters that are timing
You don't even realize what I'm saying
Is nonsense
Im only playing

But the marijuana's good tho
I'm still wondering how I get the hood hoes
Maybe cause they want a dude with some good goals
And not another nigga flexin with the wood golds
It can get crazy when the backwood rolls
Have a nigga stuck behind the back room doors
Type of shit that make me lock the bathroom door
Get myself together hit the jack who knows
I can prolly end up leaving with like two hoes
Thats liking what I'm doin they done been to two shows
This the type of life I'm livin on the usual
I'm not even speeding yet I'm still on cruise mode
I'm not stopping till a nigga get a huge boat
That I'm sailing round in my private huge pool
B.P.E. gon be the leaders of the new school
Take the game over put it under new rule
Who knew

That Bradda had the shit that made you think about some shit that you ain't never think about before
The wide arrange of subject change is such a lovely thang amongst the other things
We cannot forget about the flow

A nigga feelin powered up
All off the sticky sour puff
Remember when I use to watch the girls
Power puff
Them times was simple
Life was so easy
Now life is so hard
It feels like it squeeze me
Please believe me

I ain't never try to fake shit
If it wasn't nice
I ain't never try to say shit

Kept my thoughts to myself
I only wanna talk when the talk about wealth
F*ck with me wrong I could off you in stealth
Before anyone could've offered you help
Put you in a grave in a coffin you built
Cause you made the wrong decisions with the cards you were dealt

And then I tell my niggas how awesome it felt
Find ya death note and send it off in the mail
Send it to ya parents who fight often as hell
Then take my girl out and pay the cost of the meal
Take a shit and shower yea I'm off but I'm real
Man I'm off this for real
It's ya Bradda baby