Been an outcast
Since I was about seven
Living in hell
Just couldn't see heaven
Within seconds testing
Hand on my pulse am I dead
Just checking
To proud to be begging
So the next meal to be real
Ain't no telling
Life struggles
Of a peasant
Ain't pleasant
Much testing
For what we destined
Learned the hard way through lessons
Tryna be a man by guessing questions
No answer from the reverend
Tryna send a message
Texting
Smart phone preaching
Nexus
You mean I need a cell
For a blessing
When I could just sell
For a necklace
Reckless check this
Stay wit my debit
They don't wanna give a nigga credit
Unless he get arrested
System congested
Present
Sentenced like two lines
I said it
Pass laws
Set us up senate
Putting power forward
Like Bennett
They pen it
You rent It
They own the complex
Accept it
Jail cell box a box you inherit
Tryna lock us up cause we black
Its a trap
Imported crack to keep us back
Imported straps to get us whacked
Kill by our own this is fact
Focus on racks pushing packs
Focus on stacks running laps
Hoping hurdles
Tryna get past
Fast but we still end up last
Olympics
Only time we on track
Nigga
Been around so I know better
Mind frame Of this whole letter
I'ma go getter
So my soul treasures
No feathers
But Anything gold in a old cellar
Seven zeroes is
My goal for next year
Anything goes
When these foes will catch you
Bone collector
These pros will dead you
Poet
I don't rap sin
Put them racks in
Bet on me and well cash in
What you asking?
Number one pick in the draft kid
Number one pick is this black kid
I ain't trapping I'm just rapping
Not a gangster
I'm not acting
Who called this cast in?
Fake friends
Follow trends
They follow cents
You gotta Benz
You gain a friend
You lose a Benz
And ya friendship ends
You got nothing left
Grandma say
Momma knows best
So I don't trust no chick
I don't trust no pigs
I don't trust no lips
Talking bout bricks
Can't push ya own disc
Magic
Y'all missing the trick
This ain't a dis
Or maybe it is
Rapping bout myths
Give it to kids who can't see beyond mist
Give it to them who can't see it's a script
Y'all suckers is lame
Life is a trip
Life is a trip
Life is a trip
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Been an outcast
Since I was about seven
Living in hell
Just couldn't see heaven
Within seconds testing
Hand on my pulse am I dead
Just checking
To proud to be begging
So the next meal to be real
Ain't no telling
Life struggles
Of a peasant
Ain't pleasant
Much testing
For what we destined
Learned the hard way through lessons
Tryna be a man by guessing questions
No answer from the reverend
Tryna send a message
Texting
Smart phone preaching
Nexus
You mean I need a cell
For a blessing
When I could just sell
For a necklace
Reckless check this
Stay wit my debit
They don't wanna give a nigga credit
Unless he get arrested
System congested
Present
Sentenced like two lines
I said it
Pass laws
Set us up senate
Putting power forward
Like Bennett
They pen it
You rent It
They own the complex
Accept it
Jail cell box a box you inherit
Tryna lock us up cause we black
Its a trap
Imported crack to keep us back
Imported straps to get us whacked
Kill by our own this is fact
Focus on racks pushing packs
Focus on stacks running laps
Hoping hurdles
Tryna get past
Fast but we still end up last
Olympics
Only time we on track
Nigga
Been around so I know better
Mind frame Of this whole letter
I'ma go getter
So my soul treasures
No feathers
But Anything gold in a old cellar
Seven zeroes is
My goal for next year
Anything goes
When these foes will catch you
Bone collector
These pros will dead you
Poet
I don't rap sin
Put them racks in
Bet on me and well cash in
What you asking?
Number one pick in the draft kid
Number one pick is this black kid
I ain't trapping I'm just rapping
Not a gangster
I'm not acting
Who called this cast in?
Fake friends
Follow trends
They follow cents
You gotta Benz
You gain a friend
You lose a Benz
And ya friendship ends
You got nothing left
Grandma say
Momma knows best
So I don't trust no chick
I don't trust no pigs
I don't trust no lips
Talking bout bricks
Can't push ya own disc
Magic
Y'all missing the trick
This ain't a dis
Or maybe it is
Rapping bout myths
Give it to kids who can't see beyond mist
Give it to them who can't see it's a script
Y'all suckers is lame
Life is a trip
Life is a trip
Life is a trip
Since I was about seven
Living in hell
Just couldn't see heaven
Within seconds testing
Hand on my pulse am I dead
Just checking
To proud to be begging
So the next meal to be real
Ain't no telling
Life struggles
Of a peasant
Ain't pleasant
Much testing
For what we destined
Learned the hard way through lessons
Tryna be a man by guessing questions
No answer from the reverend
Tryna send a message
Texting
Smart phone preaching
Nexus
You mean I need a cell
For a blessing
When I could just sell
For a necklace
Reckless check this
Stay wit my debit
They don't wanna give a nigga credit
Unless he get arrested
System congested
Present
Sentenced like two lines
I said it
Pass laws
Set us up senate
Putting power forward
Like Bennett
They pen it
You rent It
They own the complex
Accept it
Jail cell box a box you inherit
Tryna lock us up cause we black
Its a trap
Imported crack to keep us back
Imported straps to get us whacked
Kill by our own this is fact
Focus on racks pushing packs
Focus on stacks running laps
Hoping hurdles
Tryna get past
Fast but we still end up last
Olympics
Only time we on track
Nigga
Been around so I know better
Mind frame Of this whole letter
I'ma go getter
So my soul treasures
No feathers
But Anything gold in a old cellar
Seven zeroes is
My goal for next year
Anything goes
When these foes will catch you
Bone collector
These pros will dead you
Poet
I don't rap sin
Put them racks in
Bet on me and well cash in
What you asking?
Number one pick in the draft kid
Number one pick is this black kid
I ain't trapping I'm just rapping
Not a gangster
I'm not acting
Who called this cast in?
Fake friends
Follow trends
They follow cents
You gotta Benz
You gain a friend
You lose a Benz
And ya friendship ends
You got nothing left
Grandma say
Momma knows best
So I don't trust no chick
I don't trust no pigs
I don't trust no lips
Talking bout bricks
Can't push ya own disc
Magic
Y'all missing the trick
This ain't a dis
Or maybe it is
Rapping bout myths
Give it to kids who can't see beyond mist
Give it to them who can't see it's a script
Y'all suckers is lame
Life is a trip
Life is a trip
Life is a trip
Writer: Jameel McPherson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid