Trials & Tribulations

Keep going my nigga don't ever fold I know it's 'nough stress but don't sweat what you can't control Step by step imma get it I let it flow The mind need rest but i leave that for when i go I build each nest in the city i call my home Still these crooked refs see some foul shit and never blow I must confess i did some wild shit Keep till I'm ghost but i know Whenever the trial ends theres gone be growth uh The sun is up But sometimes I still hear them demons calling It must be us if dollar spending Winning whats you talking I'm kobe clutch i take the shot I don't care what it cost me She might erupt if i show face When she with you she dormant They eat my dust Cuz at dusk I'm up already on it, Intruder they alarmed I'm always in a state of calm As soon as you give a hand They always try to take an arm, Beware of quick sand Just like the saying rake the lawn I'm dollar chasing flash speed No stopping imma stampede Haters like it can't be I plant my seeds no plan b I swear the only opps i got is all them taxes I'm balling off the books It's all depending who's asking Keep going my nigga don't ever fold I know it's 'nough stress but don't sweat what you can't control Step by step imma get it I let it flow The mind need rest but i leave that for when i go I build each nest in the city i call my home Still these crooked refs see some foul shit and never blow I must confess i did some wild shit Keep till I'm ghost but i know Whenever the trial ends theres gone be growth uh Yeah yeah uh uh Youngings hug the block corners Runnin when the cop pull on us Could show you how to get a hunnid thousand The money callin Million dollar man Ted Dibiase the bitches on him, They hating so i turn up on them Hold up Flatbush in the building Glitch the system, raise the ceiling Upper echelon the flow is healin My son growing He like dad u got a killin Roll on him shinin (hot boy) I want em like I'm BG, uh Sling this dick like im eazy Return of the dola mic The game need me My pain is pain My bitch said she want to die, Me too So what you sayin Fuck the game up 69 I should've wrote, pete back Before he died Put your seat back before I glide If there's beef then we slide, Poking white girls like i'm in the trap My last year being broke Or i might run it back I need a billi like HOV Feds lurking, Phone tapped, The firm better have my money be warned If it's up then its up Keep going my nigga don't ever fold I know it's 'nough stress but don't sweat what you can't control Step by step imma get it I let it flow The mind need rest but i leave that for when i go I build each nest in the city i call my home Still these crooked refs see some foul shit and never blow I must confess i did some wild shit Keep till I'm ghost but i know Whenever the trial ends theres gone be growth uh