The streets wicked
Seen my niggas keep switchin
And others turned victim
Lost my brother to the system
Shit just never ending
Ain't no room for half steppin
Shake and roll the dice
You better hope that you land sevens
Success don't come last minute
Come wit a lot
Blood, sweat, and tears
Pain locked in a box
It take heart
Tryna mark
Ya imprint from the start
The type shit
Make an average nigga really break apart
By my lonely
Lotta pain, don't got time to show it
But I feel they know it
Learned to watch the people closest
I can't lose my focus for nothin
Bags full of hunnits, skunnits
From nothin to the money
Now I got something to prove
In this life, you pick and you choose
It's ya choice to stick to the rules
But that don't even bother me
Pops hit me up, said he owe me an apology
Brother locked down, as an inmate callin me
Sometimes I feel like shit too much for me
Lotta shit buggin me
Niggas playing dumb with me
Got f*cked over, tryna keep the same company
Didn't know that deep down, niggas held a grudge with me
It's all cool
I'ma push it to the limit
Niggas old news
I can't waste a second, got a short fuse
You making slow moves
And I'm in no mood
Fool
No time to wait
Can't carry dead weight
And take breaks
Like another nigga, don't want my place
Got more funds to chase
Got a marathon to race
I'm just tryna be great
Wit God's grace
God help me elevate
Time tickin like a bomb, I'ma detonate
Wakin early mornings
Knowin that I'm working late
Hoping shit ain't worse today
Tryna put me in a better space
Coulda woke up dead but, God gave us another day
We too blessed
Gotta right ya wrongs and do best
Gotta move forward
Even for a few steps
No time to second guess
Or hold on to regrets
You gotta fly
You can't be the bird stuck in the nest
Or f*cked up with the rest
Ya lucks up at the end
My lungs exhale and let go of all of the stress
Real shit