Survival

I feel like I been waiting so long

It's hard being patient

All I sit think about is the time that I wasted

Dwelling on the past all the failure I been faced with

Dog the empty space in my pockets it got me anxious

I'm Itching

I'm desperate I know that that clock ticking

I know this shit not giving

Throw shit at the wall I noticed it's not sticking

On doubters I'm not tripping

But that voice is in my head how the fuck imma not listen

On this mission trying to make a way

Seen my **** boo from middle school just the other day

Told me he been cool just working to feed his little dude 7 days week

I dapped him up then I walked away

My biggest takeaway is we got 40 more years of this

**** 40 more years of this

Yo this can't be right

You gotta work until your body don't

This can't be life

What if i die before I make it

Bro this can't be right

I lost so many fucking peers to this

Looking back I put so many fucking years in this

More than that I put blood sweat and tears in this

Even more then that i got my dreams hopes and fears in this

I know you **** feeling this

Sit back and watch you **** do it for appearances

Sit back and watch and I show you Perseverance is

Like who you testing man I seen satan

The meek inherit the earth I'm just dream chasing

Im just dream chasing

Dream chasing

Dream chasing

I feel like I been waiting so long

Brokenness something I ain't trying to prolong

Grinding at times I was so wrong

In the back room of grams house

Grams up on the scale

Carl Lee count the cash was bagging the shit for sale

Gasoline up in the closet

Vasaline to hide the smell

My .380 by my wallet

Heading south while ducking 12

Trying up the clientele

Living the life that most **** try and fail

You either die or die in jail

But fuck it i might as well why

Cause this polo fly as hell

And these bitchs starting to feel a **** swagger like it's braille

And the homie cousin got his Monte Carlo up for sale

Black and red shit sitting like the fucking Jordan 12s

Plus i gotta stack up 10 nah fuck it stack up 12

Double up thats 24 right there sitting on the shelf

And I swear I'm good from there I don't need nothing else

That's when you realize there's always be something else

What a cycle

What a cycle

But Them your only options when it's Jay, meech, and micheal

Had to leave that shit alone I got a sign it was vital

Out here rapping for survival you can feel it in the music ****

As I stare at these 4 corner rooms

Looking at these walls my projects is full of doom

Could've thought I've seen it all but I got time to grow

I ain't even got a room I been sleeping on this couch

I hope my mansion coming soon

My lil brother in the feds we just awaiting his trial

This ain't no lil gun case he got 12 felonies now

And he only 21 Plus he turnt that in the bin

Let's take a trip though my mind and see the pain that I been through

It's real life through these words that I give you

Dog I'm fucked up in the head

Plus I'm fucked in off some bread

To top it off I know a couple **** want me dead

How I know cause they tried that

How many times I been shot at

How many times I been followed

How many times I tell myself it ain't no message in that bottle

Or no drugs ****

I feel trapped inside my body no my mind too

I'm twice a week with my therapist

I need somebody else to share this with

Ventubg through my music ain't enough for me

I'm tired if Pissy hallways

I'm sick and tired o sitting in the projects all day

I get nothing from it

And I ain't scared of nothing

I'm just holding on to my decency

Im the life of my people I'm the good in they evil

My emotions I'm in tune with

It ain't no pressure in a good vibration

You can feel it in the music ****