Peer Pressure

Tote the will smithin wesson if you thinking you feeling fresh prince Glimpsing new lights, Heights, nothing to refresh this Hell given life, demons feel heaven sent Pulling green out the earth, you in the garden its sent clips Smoke the ashes of a rapper through break loops First timing shit, it ain't a need for a take two As I take two puffs let the pain flow Through my lungs, Times I feel that I hang low With the dry, things we do for the eye Niggas do for the clout, momma dont cry at the house Trying to service in the garden of thorns, torn through this alcohol puddle moving ashore Cause a sure things coming when you drunk on the couch I'm out, about, to take a chance and then blow Bounce back to this rap shit moving alone Niggas dap you and fuck yo chick, just so they know, they even with you Dont let jealousy get you kilt, wrong ones holding steal will let it Blow out forreal Parents bury sons, my auntie know how that feel I shield out the negativity we needing to chill What the media doing? Ain't making us better students Ain't like the music doing better thats the shit they influence Internet rapping, social media fooling ya, feeding lies in your life that You know you can persue Man it's a broken dream, way that i view it Ain't really what it seems, ima keep doing music A broken dream, way that i view it Ain't really what it seems, ima keep doing music so Whats a dream to a kid lost out in the streets Whats a dream to a kid who ain't all he can be Whats a dream to a kid when its all out of reach Whats a dream to a kid who can't call out on me Just Bounce, Bounce Just Bounce, Bounce Just Bounce, Bounce Just Bounce, Bounce Whats a dream to a kid lost out in the streets Whats a dream to a kid who ain't all he can be Whats a dream to a kid when its all out of reach Whats a dream to a kid who can't call out on me Trapped between the devil and God without a license Had no drive but the talent less aware of all my vices Walking through the valley of death you know my alley Some young niggas roaming the streets can't be a talley Looking out my window i be searching for sunlight 18 years what do i do I dont know life Living at my mommas friends gone for college, and I can't acknowledge, the evil thats in sight Opportunities passing by, who am I? Outside i'm tryna pass me a blunt Throw on my gym green foams, hoodie, homies out front Should be doing school work but you the shit got me swamped Put 2 G's in my socks his under shorts hold a gun After this sparked little niggas got some kitty to hunt Could care about opinions, but this me being blunt A preist can touch a lady lately I ain't fucking with nun So I, put my faith in the crooks How can I make it out this trouble with my faith in a book A 2nd look back at life, how can I, Make it right With a soul sacrifice if my niggas is hooked Whats a dream? So who wants to be a King?