JOURNALS (feat. Melanchxly & MASTER RAPH.)

Take it back to the days we aint give no fucks Just me and my bros tryna make some change Do it all for the love Got a pen to the page And a heart full of rage But my mind full of lust Tryna get that bag Tryna get this girl Tryna bust my nut You ain't give two fucks You ain't give two fucks Give a f*ck about me Go hard for my boys Go hard for the fam Do it all for the streets Had a talk with Raph Said f*ck that doubt Go hard on these beats Man it's all for my bros Its all for the love Its all for the streets F*ck that man I just be ripping out pages All this pain man I cannot contain it Getting paid and jumping on stages Lose my mind but its stuck in a cage Got my pen to the page Just tryna make changes See my life need different arrangements New crib for my car New four door garage New things just tryna make changes Man its all about love Maybe if I had 50 thousand people screaming my name If I got that bag, if I got that cash for being on stage Maybe I wouldn't be stuck out here just rapping, begging for change Make the world understand that I feel their pain Man we all the same Maybe if I had 50 thousand people screaming my name If I got that bag, if I got that cash for being on stage Maybe I wouldn't be stuck out here just rapping, begging for change Make the world understand that I feel their pain Man we all the same Man I just rap for the pain and Got dreams of being on stages Move crowds with words that I say Got a pen to the page and it's feeling amazing Spit bars cause I'm trapped in cages New whips, New cars, New payments New chains like I'm a slave F*ck that Imma get new payments Yea yea Do it all for the love Yea yea Do it all for the huh yea Yea Do it all for the love Yea Aye what if I told that I'm not the boy I used to be? Mary Jane set me free I'm 22 I can't believe, the pressure catching up to me But f*ck it, let's get it though How is you happy with thousands? That's petty goals I had a dream I was thugging in Mexico Point out a nigga that claim he the best Then my nigga snatch him and dip on some "where he go?" Went from "Labello" to "do anything For The Paper" Feel like my lips turned dry Skin chapped, I'm Teaching niggas how it's done, flowing just for fun, class time Forever 306, that's right Take me back to days Time flies, pain stays Dirty Sprite or purple haze Probably kill you all the same See I just need a week or two to catch my breath When I return I'm fucking up some commas Imma need some interest on my cheques Alpha hit the slide, he a ride or die nigga and he not a fan of death So he finna ride, Talking to the old me never saw that I was blessed Questions that I kept in my chest, like Maybe if I had 50 thousand people screaming my name If I got that bag, if I got that cash for being on stage Maybe I wouldn't be stuck out here just rapping, begging for change Make the world understand that I feel their pain Man we all the same Maybe if I had 50 thousand people screaming my name If I got that bag, if I got that cash for being on stage Maybe I wouldn't be stuck out here just rapping, begging for change Make the world understand that I feel their pain Man we all the same Man I just rap for the pain and Got dreams of being on stages Move crowds with words that I say Got a pen to the page and it's feeling amazing Spit bars cause I'm trapped in cages New whips, New cars, New payments New chains like I'm a slave F*ck that Imma get new payments Yea yea Do it all for the love Yea yea Do it all for the huh yea Yea Do it all for the love Yea