Starchild - Through the Gates Lyrics

I got a table full of problems
And a bottle
With a chest full of weed
Praying to the lord please
Let a nigga enter through the gates clean

Grandaddy gone
Now that rock fully crumbled
I was there till the end
Through his death I was humbled
Got a uncle on the way home
Fresh out the pen
Gotta hit the ground running
So we both can get it in
He tried to make it in the streets
I'm trying to do it with my pen
And if I had a choice
I would do it all again
I'm conscious and I'm focused
I'm a vessel primed to win
Focused on material
But all the strength it lies within
Got a list full of problems
Tell me where do I begin
Feeling like the Cleveland Browns
Can a nigga get a win
I'm all in bases loaded
Can I hit a home run
I don't need the whole plate
But can a nigga get some
Can't a nigga have fun
Get high when he wanna
Not worry bout police
Or a hater on the corner
Is some luck to much to ask for
I'm starting think the puppet master is a asshole real shit

I got a table full of problems
And a bottle
With a chest full of weed
Praying to the lord please
Let a nigga enter through the gates clean

I got a jit that need clothes
And my bitch love Converse
I hope to make a mill off a hard verse
Conversations I'm been contemplating
About patty cake patty cake baker making
Then I look for the winners and that circle vacant
Make me think twice if that risk is worth taking
But I like nice shit I like nice things
Wanna put a big stone in my ol lady ring
I'm so addicted shining
I'm so addicted to shining
Want that Rollie on my wrist
Want it flooded with diamonds
Tired of living average
I'm a f*ckin savage
Tired of pinching pennies
Ready to peel some cabbage
Want the best drugs
In the best clubs
Violate then a nigga gotta get drug
That's just how it is that just how it was
I'm Sirius over everything
F*ck chasin' a buzz

I got a table full of problems
And a bottle
With a chest full of weed
Praying to the lord please
Let a nigga enter through the gates clean

We get built up
Just to be broke down
Friends turn to foe
When the times get down
If you wanna reach the fame
You gotta sell ya soul
Cuz there's light
Within the spirit
Worth more than any gold