Could It Be

Back, back, back, back Yeah, yeah, yeah From the back porch, back then When dreams of a stacked fortune Black kid with dreams by any means to sees Himself foldin' keys to a black Porsche and That american pie he just want a portion Product of that environment that he was forced in Changed course when its out of control Feel it down in my soul Fast forward and foresee that fork in the road Listen Make sure you on the road, foreign car whippin' Its mind bendin' Open your eyes, I'm bendin' the rules Time's tickin' The time's different On a globe, where every soul tryna survive in it That's the, that's the main concern Whole hood celebrate when the tables turn, you see Feels like I'm on the cusp Great forever, forever's not long enough its just Back, back, back Yeah Wise man once said, "The grind can't stop" Till letters in your name get bigger like cap locks Still can't stall, so far from your last stop Death to the yes-man, blind the mascots Look past the moment to try to find your last opponent Tryna find the answer Before this life flashes past ya Blink of an eye, go ghost like a phantom I rather imagine the whole block poppin', corks, toasts, and glasses More life, no ashes to ashes Live life fast with no crashes You can picture that with no caption Try to see the vision no glasses You can picture that with no cameras or flashes You could just imagine Still keep my hunger like fasting Still keep it ghetto fab, like putting money in the mattress And that's just (what), point blank No biting my tongue, damn he's so frank And your top 10, they don't rank They asked me to change some things and no thanks