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(Yeah) It's recording? (I told Sha, I said "This one feel a lil different, this feel like real life") It's just me again ("Back off of Emerson Drive, you know what I'm saying?") Let's go (Look) Look This the year we gone see Jesus, high as the heavens or under the cement Back in the day I was doing or dying, but mostly just dying to be here Wasn't that good at just loving myself, and I can admit I was weakened I was gone put it all back on the shelf cause I couldn't find me a reason We was just hopping the MARTA, smoking them cigarettes, dealing with trauma (Dealing with trauma) I wouldn't answer my father, broke as a record with scratches revolvin' (Scratches revolvin') Please do not call me, and thank you for love, but I cannot be bothered Shout out to Poppy, cause he kept on praying when I couldn't solve it I used to cry in the closet, listen to gospel, follow the prophet Use my lil bread for the reposts, was fearful of being forgotten What happens if I do not graduate, and I don't blow? That's the sum of my problems Ty had the faith for us both, and he kept me going when we ain't see progress Look at the process, I was berated for bearing my soul 'Member that shorty that told other shortys that I was a demon and she didn't know I had to process, can't let it tarnish a heart made of gold Even when I saw the bottom I had a lil solace cause I knew I'd find me a rope I had to speak to my shorty and tell her "I love you but I cannot do nun for you" I had no whip but I Uber'd to class and occasionally traveled with Meesh in the morning Vertigo hit me and I couldn't walk but ironically that was just part of the journey I made it back to the land of the living to write me this story (Sheesh) That I just got all of this passion, I make recordings with magic I tried to play it so savage, still left my heart on the fabric Dearly departed we gathered, least he ain't die being average I rolled the dice but I crapped it, oh how that seven betrayed me I'm just Delbressa's lil baby, still got my feet on the pavement 'Member when they wouldn't pay me, I left my city to make it I left my woman forsaken, she came to visit to say it I let them tears rearrange me, still got my fear for the blaming I use my blood when I paint it, I used to censor my language That was back when I was angry, looking back I couldn't blame me Heaven got all of my statements Heaven got all of my See heaven costs too but my ends low I'm good for See heaven costs too but my ends low And I'm good for days Now have I not gave you my all? Winter spring through summer falls I think I been facing demons every time I press record I see hoes and they in awe They think I think ima star She keep screaming "OMG" And I be hollering "who is law" (Who is) Like Rissa now a lawyer, me and Bank$y tryna raise the bar 2010 I spin the Matrix, 2020s foreign cars Used to talk 'bout making ships I ripped the sails and skipped the launch Wish my folks would understand me, that shit throws me overboard (Over, over) I tied the anchor around my ankles grip the tension, rip the chords Think I come from silver spoons yet still have dreams 'bout marble floors Gasp for air still pray I'm breathing, reach for ceilings grip the floor I feel like I'm breaking even yet my growth feel like a chore Fell out of love with my demons I made some room for the sequence Sharp as a tack out of sequence I kept my dawg outta precincts Strongest attack be the defense I had to tackle my weakness Pray for the ones who ain't speaking Know they can't sit when I'm eating I tell em quit with the reaching I bring the spill like it's Bounty Stacks on your head in my county Said I could swim but they drowned me I look at life and death proudly Flicking it up when they doubting Thinking it's luck but I'm counting Lord help me feel I'm accounted Let me see that through accounting When I hit up my accountant He said I'd move me a mountain Left all my youth in the fountain Shocking my growth is outstanding Yet all my debt is outstanding I tip a scale to find balance Shipping them units through campus I still obsess over Canvas Pencil been pressing the canvas Make the pen talk like I'm dancing Don't my words feel so romantic? Family come from the Atlantic Put down a seed like we've planted Practice was good but we planned it Practice was good but we (Shol'nuff) See heaven costs too but my ends low I'm good for (It's all good) See heaven costs too but my ends low (Right) And I'm good for days Funny how- funny how things change Funny how time flies Funny how quick you can go from speaking everyday To just clearing a message with no reply Tryna steer from depression too high to drive Way too many cries never dried my eyes Way too many lies way too many sides Say what's on ya mind, might get crucified I came from the nine with a couple dollars couple emails that got no reply When I touchdown had to raise hell wound up takin Ls for the first time I was catchin hell for the first time I was in the red no colorblind I was in my head I was in my mind, I was outta sight I was outta mind, yeah Tossin and turnin no sleepin Salty it wasn't my season Saw auntie cried when I seen her So much shit changed my demeanor Shawty say I'm soundin meaner Shawty say I'm diggin deeper Tryna converse wit my demons Tryna wake up shawty know I been sleepin Lotta niggas ain't around for this season Lotta niggas ain't around for some reasons Niggas tried to count me out but I'm eatin I'm feelin better than ever (Better than ever) Tried to take the crown, but I held it down Still a G to the letter Tryna play the game, finally found the sound, tryna find the right lane I'm just hoping for that stairway up to heaven, I just brought the right change
Writer(s): Adrian Gardner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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