6 in the morning, I did this shit for my nigga Capo
100 grand the only way a nigga make it back home
God forgive, friends I turned my back on
If love is rich, I'm a wealthy man
I keep stealth at hand
Keep it like a promise and I'm living in promised lands
Just a provincial man who needs existential fans
Influential nigga, never hard to meet demands
F*ck the bank, a safe where I keep the bands
Off this weed, they keep the Xans
Playboy 'cause she always wanna touch the man
You talk the least when you doing the most
The circle small, we just giving a toast
I keep it thorough on every coast
I keep a girl on every coast
I am the world on every coast
Abra-cadabra, voila
I sing the hook, they reply
I wake up and I fly
I spent the day in my mind
My juice concentrate, my life proof of my fate
I buck and I spray, words that relate
Moves I relay, the scenes I portray
The type of music make a black boy listen
Momma whipping miracles, we ran outta chicken
On the floor with a mattress, I got roaches in the kitchen
Anything here could happen with the way we was living
I'll never say that I'm different, I just know I got vision
If you move with persistence, you'll never get caught slipping
Like, is you losing or winning?
Is you losing or winning?
In my time, done some sinning, I know the father forgive him
I know that most of y'all is often actors
Y'all taking shots, needing target practice
Y'all often not, I'm always active
You niggas couldn't fall off faster
Murder like red rum backwards
I keep my brain on mapquest
As I navigate the bullshit
Can I make a dollar today, get high and get my jewls licked
And walk down the block without tryna get my jewls licked
Debt collection call my phone, never ask me "who's this"
Sidewalk with my headphones on, life is in the music
I always keep an attitude, like I'm Frank Lucas
Frank Ocean and Frank Sinatra
Shoot something in your baby momma like we playing contra
Met her at a concert while Kanye was rapping Monster
Told her I'm a prophet, she said bruise my esophagus
And I like that, now my life in Skype chat
I see the whole picture, 1, 2, mic check
A brand new life is what this mic gets
The devil is a lie but life a gift
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6 in the morning, I did this shit for my nigga Capo
100 grand the only way a nigga make it back home
God forgive, friends I turned my back on
If love is rich, I'm a wealthy man
I keep stealth at hand
Keep it like a promise and I'm living in promised lands
Just a provincial man who needs existential fans
Influential nigga, never hard to meet demands
F*ck the bank, a safe where I keep the bands
Off this weed, they keep the Xans
Playboy 'cause she always wanna touch the man
You talk the least when you doing the most
The circle small, we just giving a toast
I keep it thorough on every coast
I keep a girl on every coast
I am the world on every coast
Abra-cadabra, voila
I sing the hook, they reply
I wake up and I fly
I spent the day in my mind
My juice concentrate, my life proof of my fate
I buck and I spray, words that relate
Moves I relay, the scenes I portray
The type of music make a black boy listen
Momma whipping miracles, we ran outta chicken
On the floor with a mattress, I got roaches in the kitchen
Anything here could happen with the way we was living
I'll never say that I'm different, I just know I got vision
If you move with persistence, you'll never get caught slipping
Like, is you losing or winning?
Is you losing or winning?
In my time, done some sinning, I know the father forgive him
I know that most of y'all is often actors
Y'all taking shots, needing target practice
Y'all often not, I'm always active
You niggas couldn't fall off faster
Murder like red rum backwards
I keep my brain on mapquest
As I navigate the bullshit
Can I make a dollar today, get high and get my jewls licked
And walk down the block without tryna get my jewls licked
Debt collection call my phone, never ask me "who's this"
Sidewalk with my headphones on, life is in the music
I always keep an attitude, like I'm Frank Lucas
Frank Ocean and Frank Sinatra
Shoot something in your baby momma like we playing contra
Met her at a concert while Kanye was rapping Monster
Told her I'm a prophet, she said bruise my esophagus
And I like that, now my life in Skype chat
I see the whole picture, 1, 2, mic check
A brand new life is what this mic gets
The devil is a lie but life a gift
100 grand the only way a nigga make it back home
God forgive, friends I turned my back on
If love is rich, I'm a wealthy man
I keep stealth at hand
Keep it like a promise and I'm living in promised lands
Just a provincial man who needs existential fans
Influential nigga, never hard to meet demands
F*ck the bank, a safe where I keep the bands
Off this weed, they keep the Xans
Playboy 'cause she always wanna touch the man
You talk the least when you doing the most
The circle small, we just giving a toast
I keep it thorough on every coast
I keep a girl on every coast
I am the world on every coast
Abra-cadabra, voila
I sing the hook, they reply
I wake up and I fly
I spent the day in my mind
My juice concentrate, my life proof of my fate
I buck and I spray, words that relate
Moves I relay, the scenes I portray
The type of music make a black boy listen
Momma whipping miracles, we ran outta chicken
On the floor with a mattress, I got roaches in the kitchen
Anything here could happen with the way we was living
I'll never say that I'm different, I just know I got vision
If you move with persistence, you'll never get caught slipping
Like, is you losing or winning?
Is you losing or winning?
In my time, done some sinning, I know the father forgive him
I know that most of y'all is often actors
Y'all taking shots, needing target practice
Y'all often not, I'm always active
You niggas couldn't fall off faster
Murder like red rum backwards
I keep my brain on mapquest
As I navigate the bullshit
Can I make a dollar today, get high and get my jewls licked
And walk down the block without tryna get my jewls licked
Debt collection call my phone, never ask me "who's this"
Sidewalk with my headphones on, life is in the music
I always keep an attitude, like I'm Frank Lucas
Frank Ocean and Frank Sinatra
Shoot something in your baby momma like we playing contra
Met her at a concert while Kanye was rapping Monster
Told her I'm a prophet, she said bruise my esophagus
And I like that, now my life in Skype chat
I see the whole picture, 1, 2, mic check
A brand new life is what this mic gets
The devil is a lie but life a gift
Writer: Keenan Oliver
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