Quaan - Transit. Lyrics

Keep a pen mightier than the
Sword ass nigga on your team
By any means
Just a thought
Many times I missed the mark
See the system falling short
It get harder to believe
Pardon my mood it's done
Part of my feels is numb
Some of my friends they know
Most of my friends ain't close
Enough, and it's tough
And it's rough, hit me up
We should talk
'Bout how we grown
How we grew into ourselves
'Bout what's real and who isn't
Get dismissive with no bell
Many of 'em had to peace for the prize,
Hope they well,
Hope they hear this and get lit
Drink or blunt up to they lips
Hope it's something they could vibe too, they could ride
Something they could reach up to new heights too,
I put some money on that
Old ways ain't coming back
But don't change up too much
Keep it greasy, f*ck 'em up
Keep shit gree-z, f*ck 'em up

Eat the beat, itadakimasu
I been cheffing up
Here's another bop
Catch it dripping off
You should grab a mop
This is for the next
I plan another drop
Wait oops there go an app
Know they hate me going up
See this transit was ascension
Elevation to the top
And if a blocker try to stop it
Get some hitters and we mob
F*ck the average Joes and Bobs
I'm clocked in like this a job
They tuned in like 5 o'clock
Make shit Matrix how I dodged
All the obstacles and loss
Then I made it to the god in myself
I see god in myself
Know the god in yourself
I see moms in myself
I know hard days don't last
I know hard times then helped
Turn this boy to a man
Mold that man to myself
Transit