I take a hit this weed and then I hop in my whip
I take a trip back to the time when people did give a shit
When I ain't have a place to stay and them corners was cold
And when you let me in your heart and gave a piece of your soul
That let me know that you was down from the get go
My mental made a promise not to let go
Of the past and what we been through
I laugh at the good time get mad when the bad comes
Kick back playing sad songs regret I was dead wrong
Should of gave you your space after the break up
Now when I wake up I miss when we layed up
Even when I'm layed up with another bitch
I'm hoping that she leaving in the morning I don't love the bitch
Then I'm on to another bitch then another bitch after another bitch
The cycle of my life I Fucking love this shit
Party everyday Fucking every night incorporating business making moves getting hella high
Synchronize the two into a Looney toon
A movie soon to be
Animate ya and you will see the making of a king
Dream obscene ideas
While this weed I hit
Call me psychic
I for see a king thru these dreams I spit
Hope for the average Joe to row ya boat thru the territory of the unknown
Where the camera flash your past into existence roll the film
To reflect on who was fake and who was really there for kin
When I needed diapers for my son but couldn't find the ends
Then you hit me on the phone and said I got you you my mans
dog i thank you for that shit
I pray that this rap shit levitate a nigga to 6 figures
Fuck it millions dreaming bigger than the average Joe
Lemme know if life more than chasing after hoes
A wife and kids is that the way to go
9 to 5 provide for a home and a car note
Or go from show to show to hoe to hoe to smoking dope
To touring out to Rome
They screaming out your name as you control the microphone
You damn right do this every damn night
Looking at my competition all I sees a landslide
who am I
The nigga that you wanna be
Keeping tabs
As I watch my life unfold in front of me
It's crazy how my life done changed from bout a year ago
Was scared to chase my dreams going off what people think they thought was better for em
Go and get a trade or go get a degree
So I graduated from the hard knocks became a bachelor smoking weed
Until my eyes become too low to see
But no worries when I get up on the stage all eyes on me
Don't try my peace before I pull my piece
We bear arms for all the wrong reasons
But I will seek it if you threaten my family
Spit that fire bag it got just what you need
Believe me when I speak the gospel
Prophet of the profits
They aiming for the crown they see it through they optics
Now we got a man down someone call a doctor
Now I'm asking God will I die before I drop a album
Cause that shit ain't in my plans because I got son to look after
Look pastor I'm tryna get it right so tell me why I have to see my mother cry
Cause she still don't have enough after working all that overtime
Gimmie strength so I can bust my ass so she won't have to work again
I'm putting on for my city tell if you fucking with me
Carpe Diem