St. Wallace - Petty Gripes (feat. Ian Porter) Lyrics

I gotta be patient ,new beginnings coming
Since a youngin
I felt melodies in my heart,and stomach
Momma said that
I could sing before I could have discussions
So now I use the rhythm and rhyme
To say a little something

Wait
Lemme say a little something
I have family blood and not blood
In- state and out of state from Baltimore to Leon
On earth and past the pearly gates
I knew my words could touch someone since I was 8
So everyday I pen a verse that holds some Weight
Frito lay I walk around with a boulder size Chip on my shoulder every single day
Just tryna see the pride up on my family's Face
To change the game or make a lane
To change my life or make a way
To muddle through my everyday

I gotta be patient
New beginnings coming
Since a youngin I felt melodies
In my heart and stomach
Momma said that I could sing Before I could Have discussions
So now I use the rhythm and Rhyme
To say a little something

Started wit a dream
Started wit a scheme
Started wit that theme
To live like a king
My fall was behind me like spring
I'm back and i'm doing things
But i'm better than that nigga Who aint raise me
It don't faze me
I bite down like razor teeth
Jot lines like two way street
Got that scale like do rey me
Now i ask
Who wit me
Who gon eat wit me
Who gon bleed wit me
I mean like confess
Speak up
You tryna hang like d cup
Saw the mic so i eat up
Every night
I pray
That's i don't fade-away
You get one shot
You mess it up
That's your luck
Thank u god thank u lord
This nigga is good at sports
This nigga king of the court
I moved down from the north
Take my city back
850
Do you hear me
I rejected you at first
And i'm sorry
I hardly even repped you
Never would i sweat you
But you gotta love hard times
Cuz the hard times taught to rhyme
Instead pushing dimes
Excuse me
Cuz i might tear up
Please turn up the volume do you hear us?
If saint can't do it
Imma make sure i do
Cuz my nigga i gotchu
You was my first hater
And u did me that favor
That i had to adapt
Change how i rap
Change how i flow
That's how i know
That i went so high
That i cannot see the floor

I don't know the plans
But I know I'm different
The way package this tapping I Know I'm gifted
And that's facts you could say it's Printed
Words carry little weight to me If it wasn't written
Some days I lack vision
I lost a lot of my confidence now I'm in remission
I jot a lot of bars you listening to the revisions
I'm still convinced that I could Make a killing
Tryna cut deep
I'm still convinced that
I could make incisions
But listen
I came for war on my past self
Every second of doubt spent
Just reminds me I'm heaven sent
And I'm hell
If I don't believe in myself Neither will anyone else
Every petty gripe that stopped My grind imma put it to death

I gotta be patient
New beginnings coming
Since a youngin I felt melodies
In my heart and stomach
Momma said that I could sing Before I could Have discussions
So now I use the rhythm and Rhyme
To say a little something