[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah
This shit is so classic
Let's go, like
[Verse 1]
Run joe, run joe, I'm so ahead of my time I can run slow
Save all that jogging for memories my funds low
This is a rat race I'm already set go
Couple keys to success only one door
Plot on how to get in nd let no one through
It's DREW, bold enough to say I'm better than you
It's truth, that jus refuse to get left unspoke
I am the fire arm you jus gun smoke
A pollutant without a care I let y'all blunt smoke
Cause while you up in the air so is ya career
So tell me how does it feel to kno I'm headed to the top now you got somethin to fear
Was young nigga in The Fields, formerly known as Cameron Commons
Some decent section 8 apartments take pride in my mama
She did her best wit wat was given
A single mother wit a pair of children, had a way of healin
A change in due time that's a given
Unhappy bout how you live be happy you livin
Fulfilling
Keep killin rap mane that's wat they sayin
A no name when is that gonna change
That be my shackle nd chains
The last in line someone tackle the lames
Too hard to pilot from the back of the plane
Hop on the track wit Usain
From where I came its a long hike back
But it's still fuck the coppers cause they don't like blacks
To fit in wit society I'm goin Mike Jack
Fuck that I'll keep my skin I was born light black
Yeah
Instead I'm gon write raps nd dare a nigga say I don't fight back
Ain't always white on black
Questioning what they won't show ya like "What's behind your back?"
Rest in Piece to Julian Dawkins shed some light on that
[Speaks]
No disrespect to the whole Mike Brown movement, but it's some shit that went down in my city that ain't get this much attention. Coulda been cause the cop was black so they chalked it up as black on black crime, I don't know. I'm jive bitter. A life is a life tho. Rest easy Mike Brown. Let me change the topic
[Verse 2]
Sick of livin life as a routine
Need new scenes
My flow down nd dirty though shoes clean
I lose things
Ha
So I treat my mind like some new jeans
Wear it out until I'm faded off that Vodka nd moonshine
Yeah I kno it's pronounced moonshine
Two-timing hoes should have to get they tubes tied
Dudes thriving lust but blame it on the booze right?
Way they trapping niggas its a true crime
2-5 to life, could be the sentence I write
And only down ass women get the privilege of wife
Nice
But only in a perfect world
Where we could maximize potential make it worth it girl
And you can see ya lame nigga served his purpose twirlin ya life in circles
Whirl winded now ya hurtin
Too uncertain, searching
But I been here do ya see me?
Tryna be Her-man guessin I don't look like a Pee-wee
Be easy
Cause I can't wait all day
I get the hint it's time to beat it like a 808
I'm late
If god willin nd the creek don't rise then I will
Rise up so high I can touch the sky wit my heels
No one around buddy
When I make it to the top ima hit the clouds runnin
When I make it to the top ima hit the clouds runnin
Say When I make it to the top ima hit the clouds runnin