yea,

I'm trying to focus on this shot & not look at my past

I'm trying to think about what I got & not what I don't have

I'm tired of looking for some love that ain't gone even last

& that's a hard task I know but I don't fall fast

I come from small stash to none now I come qll cash

I need direction from above wish I could call & ask

like i'd ask em this

do the road to riches & road to heaven ever cross paths

poor conditions aint make me better just a scarred past

more conviction the more I spend my bread on all gas

used to think that my cup was empty it's just a tall glass

now I get all my guala got it going on

I pour my heart out for dollars don't care what's going wrong

still stand alone don't follow me I'm on my own

it's lonely at the top

it's lonely on the way

it's lonely on the drop

it's lonely on the other side I still want make it out

before me it wasn't none my people came from serving blocks

before me it wasn't none my momma came from picking crops

don't know when i'll be done but i'll be chasing til I got it

I'm all in for it I don't go

I can't lose it all oh no, oh no

I don't know if I'm on the wrong road I don't know

I'm trying to focus on this shot & not look at my pastI'm trying to think about what I got & not what I don't have

I'm tired of looking for some love that ain't gone even last

& that's a hard task I know but I don't fall fast

I come from small stash to none now I come qll cash

I need direction from above wish I could call & ask

I'm trying to focus on this shot & not look at my past

I'm trying to think about what I got & not what I don't have

I'm tired of looking for some love that ain't gone even last