Chauncy II (feat. Mass The Difference, IMP THA DON & Wordz)

Living a dangerous life, follow my dreams A part of me just can't get it right, know how it seems Look how these niggas are, faker than asians I'll never fake a bar, you cappin Do it with patience thats how you make a star Its no tar road in my shoe scuff, watch the path I come from where the drugs will have you chewed up This thing is sad Its where the bees is always buzzing this sting is bad Come from where the glasses always tinkle man its breaking bad Somebody answer me This time I'm fuckin up the game ain't no more chastity The devil's coming after me, he wanna strike a deal And he know I will He knows I wanna make it and influence All the ones its real (yeah) But then I'm only, a fraction of my homies The only that made it, don't sell me things that I don't need And If I could, they'd make it out the kasi Don't hesitate to tell me its all the time that they got me Started this with the pad and the ink shit The boy fire all I need is a pinkslip Slave mentality when I dream all I see is whips Bars like felonies it's a crime if you stream this Roll the dice I need my chips with some cream dip I'm Sam Rothstein I pull up in my dream whip Half the shit I got, I got it cause I dream big Don't you ask me 'bout no niggas I ain't seen with Too many R-I-P's that show me that the time has flown I need to show you who I am before my time is gone I'm living in the song so I make the time move slow I'm the chosen one as far as rhyming goes Hand picked by the Lord himself he told me Spit that shit and make sure it's felt so homie It don't matter what cards you dealt What really matters is the knowledge of self Listen Rainbow nation baby this is Nelson Mandela's work Ask Nelly my only country was Grammer Bitch I'm gifted with words A Grammy I deserve Laundry day to wash the earth And rinse away all the dirt, when Eve came The apple fell far for the family trees sake She skipping school and skipping on terminals Flights out to Cape town to run from what's hurting you And your sister looks up to you And friends boyfriends tryna fuck with you You face the mirror knowing you don't trust in you Spiders in the corner of my room I been living these Lil twenty something years with all your rules My friends gone but not forgotten How you let somebody else's bitch become your problem That is not pimping Internet success but broke that is not living Those Jordans all fake so don't aspire to mingle Or fit in with these half baked summer time Chris cringles Cause it's just a bunch of hoes getting gifted claiming you bitter When you asked em if they rich Then why don't they spoil those who with em My bitch bad like coronavirus Homie it's a pandemic y'all broke why the hell you lying Product of a praying mother Thoughts of my distant father Wonder why he didn't bother Never mind my shiit in order Never mind might be a lawyer Never mind might be a rapper I am not a joke, not Leon nor Jimmy Fallon Corona made us bury y'all in closed casket Four AM, said a little prayer like Aretha Franklin They tryna take advantage I won't let that happen Took my word for granted when I warned them Like it's Noah rapping Forgot that handshake like it never happened It was just a pity such greatness had to end tragic Even distribution is the law of balance I just want the peace, let the pain vanish We could all have it All have it