Grit

Start shit Bars hit hard like Marciano Dancing on the canvas if I have to This ain't no recital Beat drop Bell ring Parallel the outcome Me with the w You bleeding out without one These kids are ridiculous I'm chilling with my fists up Aiming at my idols But the agents wouldn't pickup Check your manners Check yourself The mirror is on the shelf I've done this shit in stealth Couldn't spit it out like I got hiccups Now I swap respect for deposit made direct Wishing I could say "goodbye" To that bi weekly stick up Calling that a check Looking more like a lick though Feeling i got mugged When I look at the paystub Back to the subject Shatter off of the rubber Tell lil homie grab the torch While it's still running hot Calling out to get dough Call the shit a paradox Pair of dice thrown Hope to hear the motherfuckers knock Opportunity Later than soon it seems I'm gonna spit regardless Like a loogie in the open sea I'm not shit But I know that now We all dead fish floating upside down Small pond big dreams Far from the big leagues Murder every 16 Till I'm where y'all at Might need 32 for the track Might need 64 for the track Redundant is the process Necessary is the cause You can holla at me If you can afford the cost Not today though And probably not tomorrow Hollow is the leather Unless the cheddar borrowed Thought you were a man of your word Man who did you talk to? I've been burning bridges Since I was young and I was taught to Look what I brought you To be caught up in this argument The concrete just as gray in every city I visit So sit down And turn up the volume Trying to hear the bass tone I'm not trying to talk to you Once I see some money I might believe in miracles Till then I'm working overtime And doing drafts of my will Finish with the finger roll Tell em how it happened See me dipping out Before I'm diplomatic you see me diplomatic Bout as stubborn as cigar and a pack of matches Matched with tradition trash List of bad habits Practice makes perfect I'm perfect when I practice Not proud of the proceeds But didn't keep a fraction Expectations I set I could not imagine Back then when It was bus 4 Full of bad kids Still had the passion just kept in on the low Shout out Sixth Era for showing me the flow Shout out the crew for showing me the ropes Gotta keep my head down till I have something to show Still have the passion I just keep it on the low Shout out ma Taught me everything I know