300 Zx

Two tone ‘Bach, rocking canary yellow stones,

VVS in the lobes, grinding with legendary goals,

Put some work on the block, praying to cover weary souls,

Ambition or tan whippin, I tried to marry both,

Wasn’t trippin off dark terrors, I had to carry smoke,

I was pitching them, all errors before the levees broke,

And the water was all there and it coated up the dope,

On the block it was all fair and the smokers got the soap,

They was looking for stars, some of em had to carry scopes,

Tried to copy the pose, dreaming imaginary roles,

Either shackles or chains, it’s prolly why they carry ropes,

Paper bag for the pain, feelings, you had to bury those,

Had the dope in a pants pocket, a dap is what we chose,

To complete all the transactions and never tell a soul what we did,

Left a hole in the kid,

Man, I prolly lost a couple hundred Os by the crib,

Tried to double up, homie got me close by the crib,

“Give me those” by the crib, had me froze by the crib,

Eyes running, prolly had a snotty nose by the crib, that’s the night I got chose by the crib,

I ain’t never going back, only tryna walk forward,

I ain’t stepping off the gas, homie, I’mma top floor it,

Homie, I just gotta laugh, when I’m looking back,

Took me outta that, running tracks, til’ He said to walk for it and I’m all for’ it,

Back to the fam telling, “Abba got a flight planned…”

Paid it all, we ain’t gotta get a price scan,

Even though tha’ stripes, prolly looking like a barcode,

Get another “o” by the’ ending of the life span, yeah,

Tell Him pick me up,

Knew about the kid, from the moment of the sippy cup,

I used to pray to have Monopoly money,

But now, the riches in glory and I ain’t trippin off a lil buck,

He said the treasure of’ the wicked got a spot for me,

Even if it’s not, I’m never trippin over broccoli,

Knew me in the womb, I was living like a mockery,

But when I heard the News, it fulfilled another prophecy,

29:11 for the script, I was living thinking heaven was a myth,

Gramma musta prayed a prayer that I’d follow, then to live,

I was slidin’ causa sin ‘til the father got a grip,

Every letter, it’s a fact, I’mma tell it like it is,

You ain’t trynna finish last, lotta prayer to get equipped, betta’ talk to em,

Or better yet, better walk to Him, call to Him, even if it’s feeling kinda off to Him,

Or make a livin’ in hell, it‘s not a visitor cell,

I had a atheist homie, didn’t sit with him well to hear about a loving God that was wishing him well, when he was tripping and fell, I said, “Why you worried ‘bout somebody you don’t care about leaving’ you behind when you never tried to hear Him out?”

All it tell me is He realer than you know. You’ve been capping for so long, you forgot that it was paramount, LIGHT!