Grey
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Nineteen in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
In the 925
Isolated nights, I'm fine
Rap is all I got
'Member selling by the dime
In and out the houses
And apartments, got a nine
Broken houses, and them pockets
Cross a borderline
Y'all get a check, and spend it on a bitch
Me, I get a check, and I'll pay my momma rent
'Cause she had to deal with so much
Saw my brother get
Caught up by the life
And the P.O., that's correct
2nd offense, 13
Two hundred hours, they gave to me
Jumping the fence, urging me
To run out, escape from the
Life, and I did
I ran away, I was fourteen
Off, as a kid
A backpack, and rap dream
Glad, I did
Come home, saw my family
'Cause I, would have been
Statistic, or passing
Too quick, I grew up too quick
Give a shit, a'int no one like this
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Twenty-years in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
21, now I'm ready
48 laws, I read it
Manifest all I'm getting
And I turned off reads
She don't even know I read it
Oh my god, I'm petty
Don't know where my head is
But I know one thing, that I will run things
One day, if they coming to the 415
Then they better check up
Brand new Beretta
Can't wait to walk in my label, and tell 'em
Well, where is my paper? And run me my bread up
Notice a shift in the city
And if you don't it's a pity
No buddy buddy
Playing for keeps
Don't start a war, you not ready to finish
Lord be my witness
Imma be one of the greatest to do it
And one of the richest,
What'd Cole say?
This that part that the thugs skip
Nine to five job, on the whole way there
Thinking 'bout how you can run shit
And you wanna quit, and be done
But you don't know how you can fund shit
Five hundred left on your mom crib
Hope to be the son who does it
Hope to be a son who doesn't
Drop out of school for nothing
And to be part of discussions
The ones they have in public
Of who's the best? And who is hot?
And who rapping with substance?
Think I got it now
Virginia in me, yeah, I'm buzzing
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Twenty-one in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
Grey
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Grey
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Nineteen in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
In the 925
Isolated nights, I'm fine
Rap is all I got
'Member selling by the dime
In and out the houses
And apartments, got a nine
Broken houses, and them pockets
Cross a borderline
Y'all get a check, and spend it on a bitch
Me, I get a check, and I'll pay my momma rent
'Cause she had to deal with so much
Saw my brother get
Caught up by the life
And the P.O., that's correct
2nd offense, 13
Two hundred hours, they gave to me
Jumping the fence, urging me
To run out, escape from the
Life, and I did
I ran away, I was fourteen
Off, as a kid
A backpack, and rap dream
Glad, I did
Come home, saw my family
'Cause I, would have been
Statistic, or passing
Too quick, I grew up too quick
Give a shit, a'int no one like this
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Twenty-years in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
21, now I'm ready
48 laws, I read it
Manifest all I'm getting
And I turned off reads
She don't even know I read it
Oh my god, I'm petty
Don't know where my head is
But I know one thing, that I will run things
One day, if they coming to the 415
Then they better check up
Brand new Beretta
Can't wait to walk in my label, and tell 'em
Well, where is my paper? And run me my bread up
Notice a shift in the city
And if you don't it's a pity
No buddy buddy
Playing for keeps
Don't start a war, you not ready to finish
Lord be my witness
Imma be one of the greatest to do it
And one of the richest,
What'd Cole say?
This that part that the thugs skip
Nine to five job, on the whole way there
Thinking 'bout how you can run shit
And you wanna quit, and be done
But you don't know how you can fund shit
Five hundred left on your mom crib
Hope to be the son who does it
Hope to be a son who doesn't
Drop out of school for nothing
And to be part of discussions
The ones they have in public
Of who's the best? And who is hot?
And who rapping with substance?
Think I got it now
Virginia in me, yeah, I'm buzzing
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Twenty-one in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
Grey
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Nineteen in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
In the 925
Isolated nights, I'm fine
Rap is all I got
'Member selling by the dime
In and out the houses
And apartments, got a nine
Broken houses, and them pockets
Cross a borderline
Y'all get a check, and spend it on a bitch
Me, I get a check, and I'll pay my momma rent
'Cause she had to deal with so much
Saw my brother get
Caught up by the life
And the P.O., that's correct
2nd offense, 13
Two hundred hours, they gave to me
Jumping the fence, urging me
To run out, escape from the
Life, and I did
I ran away, I was fourteen
Off, as a kid
A backpack, and rap dream
Glad, I did
Come home, saw my family
'Cause I, would have been
Statistic, or passing
Too quick, I grew up too quick
Give a shit, a'int no one like this
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Twenty-years in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
21, now I'm ready
48 laws, I read it
Manifest all I'm getting
And I turned off reads
She don't even know I read it
Oh my god, I'm petty
Don't know where my head is
But I know one thing, that I will run things
One day, if they coming to the 415
Then they better check up
Brand new Beretta
Can't wait to walk in my label, and tell 'em
Well, where is my paper? And run me my bread up
Notice a shift in the city
And if you don't it's a pity
No buddy buddy
Playing for keeps
Don't start a war, you not ready to finish
Lord be my witness
Imma be one of the greatest to do it
And one of the richest,
What'd Cole say?
This that part that the thugs skip
Nine to five job, on the whole way there
Thinking 'bout how you can run shit
And you wanna quit, and be done
But you don't know how you can fund shit
Five hundred left on your mom crib
Hope to be the son who does it
Hope to be a son who doesn't
Drop out of school for nothing
And to be part of discussions
The ones they have in public
Of who's the best? And who is hot?
And who rapping with substance?
Think I got it now
Virginia in me, yeah, I'm buzzing
I had dreams that were far out of reach
Twenty-one in the whip, in awe of the me
That changed for the better, and it all 'cause of me
I'm not even done, I am hardly, I mean
Grey
Writer: Gabriel Alfaro
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