Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you watching from the sidelines

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you looking from the sidelines

Who can I trust? They rushing in like the NFL

Tryna make it out this neighborhood, got a story to tell

When I was broke and homeless, they was wishing that I'd fail

Like Monopoly, I was just visiting jail

Collecting salary, scoring points casually

Friends turned foes in the fast lane passing me

Puppets get praised for they language and they blasphemy

Now they steady asking me questions, attacking me

Gotta make it out this neighborhood by any means now

Nobody cheering from the stand for me, so what now?

No pompoms, no live streams

Gotta motivate myself and follow my dreams

Now they watching me, seeing that I'm coming up

Now they wanna hype the boss, sign me and set me up

Sign and said, "Do this," these cocksuckers ludicrous

They wanna slip a Mickey in my drink and have me throw up

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you watching from the sidelines

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you watching from the sidelines

I made it out the hood like I supposed to

Scoring points like the Super Bowl, I'm close to

My teammates that don't scheme

They motivate, uplift, don't shatter my dreams

They don't throw hard stones or pebbles

Bad to the bone, hitting, running over devils

Follow me now into this pit or this dark hole

Self-motivated in the struggle, feeling so bold

Weave through the crowd only to make myself proud

They cheering for me now, screaming real loud

Try to set me up and put me in the pen

Treating me foul, didn't even give my records spins

Now I'm running through these cock blockers that tried to stop me

Hit 'em, kept going when they tried to block me

They tried to get rid of me, they tried to blackball me

I faked 'em out, touchdown, now they wanna call me

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you watching from the sidelines

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you watching from the sidelines

They in disguise, running with they happy face mask on

With bad intentions, hoping I get mad and snap

Get my blast on, see through them like transparent glass

Like Task Force breaking in, I bet I won't crack

Like a shattered windshield, can't break my dreams

Ghetto celebrity, hood famous, doing my thing

No Jim Crow pay, so I got it made

Without the devil's assistance, never drinking the Kool-Aid

Not digging for the pot of gold, feeling real bold

Reject your record deal, never sell my soul

See me rapping, hands clapping on this yellow brick road

They want a piece of the pie when I blow up and explode

See them sitting on the bleachers, cheering on the sidelines

Happy-go-lucky, hating my guts when I was on the grind

Smiling in my face, looking so lovely

Behind my back frowning, looking so ugly

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you watching from the sidelines

Don't be your pigeon on the sidelines

I see you looking from the sidelines

Pigeon on the sidelines

Looking from the sidelines

Looking from the sidelines