GABRIEL'S WORD (feat. VII)

My head get heavy til I can't stand it Can't manage keepin it up I understand spanish, but my budget, keep it a buck Ain't quite enough to take that into my job I give the effort paid for, f*ck what's in the garage That's just facts, uh Have to give the city a nod when I can rap But ain't no king of this I gotta acknowledge out the pack Classic shit what niggas prolly gon call this when I'm gone But if they don't niggas gon know if they all keep it a stack Heavy is the head, I said, donning invisible crowns In indivisible cliques rockin invisible crowds The clicks and shit don't never stick within a physical sense Or with some visible cents, until it's niggas wit scowls hidin up under they smiles It's really V for vendetta, they vying for that velveeta but we ain't seein no cheddar The prince of paupers ironic, these niggas need to know better This shit ain't even no setup till you receiving yo letters, and then It's just hatred til it's open cases Everybody wanna win but they don't know the basics Face it, entertaining as a business be like loaded aces Niggas let you in the building, you below the basement Placements ain't no way up out the spin til they show they faces Niggas talkin like they sprint, but they know they pacing Racing ain't no way to get a win, niggas show they cards And they end up out a job fighting for they spaces Wasted It's been a long time since I got to smile for the sake of smiling Solitude turned my mind to a private island But here I stand plannin trips beyond the border, I was just between them boarded houses, that a thing I can't acknowledge I didn't come to California with a plan for music I barely came to California with a plan for college I learned the world could teach as well as any law professor So if I learned, the world would treat me as a man of knowledge I got some homies in the pen and I can't write em out Other niggas in the league and shorties trappin by the house And half my friends on some Barstool shit Don't mean II'm poppinn out to see whoever y'all cool with You see, it's all new shit until it's not, then it's all cool All you niggas was gettin hot, now you Ja Rule I saw digits and didn't stop, this is all school Consider this my dissertation, welcome to my graduation, bitch It's just hatred til it's open cases Everybody wanna win but they don't know the basics Face it, entertaining as a business be like loaded aces Niggas let you in the building, you below the basement Placements ain't no way up out the spin til they show they faces Niggas talkin like they sprint, but they know they pacing Racing ain't no way to get a win, niggas show they cards Wasted Heavy Is the head, I said, donning invisible crowns In indivisible cliques rockin invisible crowds Indivisible cliques rocking invisible crowds The clicks and shit don't never stick within a physical sense