I felt Tory Lanez on this one
Some niggas ain't got the mind for it
Don't know what it means to stand in line
Ain't got nothing to grind towards
The goddess I'm seeing, if you don't believe
Then you don't know my lord
Now you don't know Bree Morris
And I ain't got time for it
I don't make up for lost time
Some bitches wake up the contour
I don't make up no storylines
To pull you into my rhymes more
And if you fuck with mine's best believe
I'm live or to bomb yours
It's real easy, all I need is nitrate
Then a cup of court
In a psych ward where psych niggas
Off they high horse like psych niggas
This is my ball
Dabbing on you fucking wider boys
I don't watch sports, but I watch doors
On this block at the spot
Who dead if it ain't opportunity
I cock cock two glocks, shoot first
Then that's who not got you looking like
Two buck, two buck, who shut you
If you a pro, I don't say shit
I'm moving silence, who riding
To keep it 100, I always been doing
My shit on my own
I'm sleeping alone, cause you could get fleas
From sleeping with dogs
Some niggas as bitches don't know
If they throwin' their hands at applause
Some niggas as bitches no matter the dick
That they got in their drawers
It's probable cause some niggas as bitches
It's probably because
Niggas as bitches be ridin' for niggas
Who ain't even pushin' the cause
Some niggas ain't got the mind for it
And I do not fuck with these hoes
And just like a candle
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow
No, I can't wait to blow on you
Yeah
Y'all act like I came out to work
With this good work
See, I express the pain in my verse
Because the hood hurts
And G's know what I mean
And if you from my part of LA
You ain't have it easy
When niggas get even over colors
And shoot at their brothers and cousins
For the smallest of reasons
Believe me
It's worse than what they cover on TV
My people search for meaning
I'm trying to find me a dream
And if you knock it
Better knock me unconscious
Forever sleep
But even in death
I got mouthpiece
Six feet deep
I still outreach
I'm in death
You are my league
I'm in debt
I owe hip hop
The woman in need
So take heed
When I take lead
That torch get took
Why you shook
Cause I mobbed deep
It's not just me
Too many people back in me
To not succeed
So I master my craft
Until I'm the master of rap
And this is my course
And if you think you better
High finish
You off your hot horse
Yeah
Cause ignorance is
Hands up high
If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up high
This is old Kendrick
But just another beat
That I can ride
I'm so used to
Keeping this shit
Bottled up on the inside
And I'm similar
To when you shake a mill of light
A Budweiser
I'm still that same
Yellow ghetto girl
Budweiser
And you can pull my ghetto card
Nigga, but mind ya
Not gonna vibe to it
Uh uh
Yeah
Not gonna vibe to it
No no
No no no no
Didn't do it though
No no no
Look
Listen
I may not like where I'm at now
But it's better than
Where I've been
Trust me
I've had some times
Where I've been down
And I'll do your mind
If I've been
Between getting my shit right
And making shit worse
I make the same mistakes twice
Man one day I'ma learn
Selling music is my life
But I wake up for work
Trying to make the men's meeting
Praying I'ma be heard
You know I try not to curse
It's like a habit
I developed after bad one to worse
And back to bad but I ain't using that
To slack on my work
So it's back to back on these tracks
And I back my pain in my verse
If you ain't backing me up
Then you back the fuck off my nerves
I carry her like a woman
That's packing mace in her purse
I only spray it at niggas
Who's throwing shade when I turn
So in return I repay him
And lesson's on how to earn
This is my personal sermon
Man I ain't showing no mercy
I'ma shit until I die
That porcelain out of service
If that threw you for a loop
Your dictionary is hurting
I come equipped in my vocab
It's so vicious I get anxious
When I'm writing my nigga
This is my personal sermon
But I ain't preaching
But why you throwing salt
Like what's the reason
For the season
I ain't chicken we ain't beefin'
You couldn't touch my craft
Like I'm salmonella disease
They still burn my hella yellow
Joint from 13
And three years later
I'm rocking the same dream
Even after people told me
I can't I'ma wanna be
Same people that's looking for purpose
And they being
But I know my capabilities
And how I'm gonna succeed
So I appreciate it if you fuckin' with it
I asked the girl for forgiveness
I'm thankful that I'm gifted
With a daughter that's pretty
And every time she look at me
I'm motivated to keep it as real
As Dr. Phil
If you bumpin' me
Then I'm the rapper that you got the feel
If you bumpin' me
I know you jumpin' like you got the chills
Niggas blowin' dirty till they dirty
And they poppin' pills
But I'm the rapper that you got the feel
I may not like where I'm at now
But it's better than where I've been
Trust me, I've had some times
Where I've been down
And I'll do your mind if I've been
And every rap that you hear is a testimony
So y'all know y'all more like homies
Not just fans, y'all homies
I may not like where I'm at now
But it's better than where I've been
Trust me, I've had some times
Where I've been down
And I'll do your mind if I've been
I've had some times
Where I've been down
I've had some times
Where I've been down
And out it gets better than this
