Texty
I came back and let all go,
I'm with a large pro,
someone I can truly call my bro,
I was out there on my own,
Finding ways to make it home,
whatever you call it tho,
I'm painting with a broader stroke,
the common folk won't understand it,
Times We took for granted,
Un clipped her bras strap,
One-handed I done solved that,
I just want the ball back,
Now hold it,
Gave my cousin all the phones,
So nowadays I aint get no calls backs,
This for those who learnt the hard route,
F**** what this song bout,
This real-life,
drawn-out,
Let me paint a vivid picture with ya,
Like pastor going deep in scripture,
Lord knows I went the wrong route,
Served **** with my palms down,
Start writing something musical.....
Beautiful,
millions ways to get it,
If you truly know,
walk the straight and narrow,
With my crooked feet,
Don't make me look too weak,
Hey Arnold but I'm Jarold,
Tuck the barrel,
in these street brand apparel,
My grandma couldn't beat no sense in me,
That woman had the best intentions,
N**** gone say boy you've changed,
Talking faith up all your rhymes,
N**** these is trying times
did I forgot to mention
Yoo it's hard out here,
N**** really in the streets getting scar out here,
Ain't tryna break the law out here,
But there's a million ways to get it if you raw out here,
N**** these is trying times
did I forgot to mention
Yoo it's hard out here,
N**** really in the streets getting scar out here,
Ain't tryna break the law out here,
But there's a million ways to get it if you raw out here,
am i wrong!?
Written by: Dillin Wayne Morgan, Frank Mahlare, Steven Teixeira