They screaming
You've changed
You've been a way different person
I just see the clearer picture Man
I am dispersing,
Don't wanna live up to the black boy expectations
I got a dollar and a dream
I'm out here chasing
In the fast lane swerving cause I'm impatient
Can't make no money if your time is being wasted
I roll me one to the face
When no one around
What's the point of matching
When they ain't even throwing down
Why slow down now
Why let em catch up
If you got a dream you chase it
Every time you wake up
Even if you gotta
Cut off the closest ones to make it happen
Just know
You won't have no more pain from what you packing
I can't be slacking
My time is running out
And I gotta chase my passion
I got to make it happen
Someway
Or somehow
Before I end up dead
Click clack
Click clack pow
No more time to be playing around
I got to get to the grind
I'm chillin at the bottom
Me myself and F*cking I
I know I'm destined for greatness
And my time is running out
I either chose this rap game
Or f*cking sell myself out
To this crooked system that we live in
How you expect me to go and make a living
When these cops out here claiming they missing
Why can't we live our life freely
With all these people talking crazy
They might just mislead me
From the path I'm heading in
With the shits
I'm all in
In the stu by my lonely
With a ripped up note pad and a pen
Don't wanna live up to the black boy expectations
I got a dollar and a dream
I'm out here chasin
I'm in the fast lane swerving cause I'm impatient
Can't make no money if your time is being wasted
Stop talking to me
Like you know what good for me
All these rented houses
I know what my family needs
I prey to god everyday
Hoping that my dreams come true
It started with the keyboard
Now I'm writing rhymes in the stu
Hopefully one day
You'll see I was a real nigga
Ain't shooting guns
Sayin Id split it down the middle
But it's a different story now
I'm on to greater things
I'm tryna get up on a stage
And make y'all cheer for me
It's crazy how slime
Turned out to be a good kid
In a house with no father
He was born for this
Only got one thing in his head
And it's how is he gonna make it
He's just grinding hard now
So no one can tell him he faked it
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They screaming
You've changed
You've been a way different person
I just see the clearer picture Man
I am dispersing,
Don't wanna live up to the black boy expectations
I got a dollar and a dream
I'm out here chasing
In the fast lane swerving cause I'm impatient
Can't make no money if your time is being wasted
I roll me one to the face
When no one around
What's the point of matching
When they ain't even throwing down
Why slow down now
Why let em catch up
If you got a dream you chase it
Every time you wake up
Even if you gotta
Cut off the closest ones to make it happen
Just know
You won't have no more pain from what you packing
I can't be slacking
My time is running out
And I gotta chase my passion
I got to make it happen
Someway
Or somehow
Before I end up dead
Click clack
Click clack pow
No more time to be playing around
I got to get to the grind
I'm chillin at the bottom
Me myself and F*cking I
I know I'm destined for greatness
And my time is running out
I either chose this rap game
Or f*cking sell myself out
To this crooked system that we live in
How you expect me to go and make a living
When these cops out here claiming they missing
Why can't we live our life freely
With all these people talking crazy
They might just mislead me
From the path I'm heading in
With the shits
I'm all in
In the stu by my lonely
With a ripped up note pad and a pen
Don't wanna live up to the black boy expectations
I got a dollar and a dream
I'm out here chasin
I'm in the fast lane swerving cause I'm impatient
Can't make no money if your time is being wasted
Stop talking to me
Like you know what good for me
All these rented houses
I know what my family needs
I prey to god everyday
Hoping that my dreams come true
It started with the keyboard
Now I'm writing rhymes in the stu
Hopefully one day
You'll see I was a real nigga
Ain't shooting guns
Sayin Id split it down the middle
But it's a different story now
I'm on to greater things
I'm tryna get up on a stage
And make y'all cheer for me
It's crazy how slime
Turned out to be a good kid
In a house with no father
He was born for this
Only got one thing in his head
And it's how is he gonna make it
He's just grinding hard now
So no one can tell him he faked it
You've changed
You've been a way different person
I just see the clearer picture Man
I am dispersing,
Don't wanna live up to the black boy expectations
I got a dollar and a dream
I'm out here chasing
In the fast lane swerving cause I'm impatient
Can't make no money if your time is being wasted
I roll me one to the face
When no one around
What's the point of matching
When they ain't even throwing down
Why slow down now
Why let em catch up
If you got a dream you chase it
Every time you wake up
Even if you gotta
Cut off the closest ones to make it happen
Just know
You won't have no more pain from what you packing
I can't be slacking
My time is running out
And I gotta chase my passion
I got to make it happen
Someway
Or somehow
Before I end up dead
Click clack
Click clack pow
No more time to be playing around
I got to get to the grind
I'm chillin at the bottom
Me myself and F*cking I
I know I'm destined for greatness
And my time is running out
I either chose this rap game
Or f*cking sell myself out
To this crooked system that we live in
How you expect me to go and make a living
When these cops out here claiming they missing
Why can't we live our life freely
With all these people talking crazy
They might just mislead me
From the path I'm heading in
With the shits
I'm all in
In the stu by my lonely
With a ripped up note pad and a pen
Don't wanna live up to the black boy expectations
I got a dollar and a dream
I'm out here chasin
I'm in the fast lane swerving cause I'm impatient
Can't make no money if your time is being wasted
Stop talking to me
Like you know what good for me
All these rented houses
I know what my family needs
I prey to god everyday
Hoping that my dreams come true
It started with the keyboard
Now I'm writing rhymes in the stu
Hopefully one day
You'll see I was a real nigga
Ain't shooting guns
Sayin Id split it down the middle
But it's a different story now
I'm on to greater things
I'm tryna get up on a stage
And make y'all cheer for me
It's crazy how slime
Turned out to be a good kid
In a house with no father
He was born for this
Only got one thing in his head
And it's how is he gonna make it
He's just grinding hard now
So no one can tell him he faked it
Writer: Marquis Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid