Table Talk

Life's getting better Vintage Coogi sweater I was raised in apartments Jakes frisking through garments Departments of corrections Youngin' learning lessons In a city with many directions Nails dirty from resins Survival of the fittest Nigga's sparked front of a witness Channel two news exhibit Ma Dukes failed to prohibit City life I chose to visit Never stopped chasing a digit Hustle I learned in the hood The reason why I'm living good I really came so far Looking at the sky I knew I was a shooting star See the vision in my eye Gifted since conception People thought I would fail Proving I'm the exception The ship has got to sail Into newer destinations Align paths like constellations Believed in aspirations Success for generations Let me speak in layman's Toasting in the Caymans Wins are celebrated And my mindset's elevated Struggle created greatness Accept love and the hatred Niggas writing statements I thought silence is sacred Codes are violated You gotta be isolated Some people say they will But don't have the heart to kill I'll do it for the thrill For voids I've gotta fill Blood starts to spill Fighting losing the will It can end in a instant Death will make you distant Disconnected from feeling My heart still needs healing Can't stomach what I'm seeing Lost friends to drug dealing I'm at the alters kneeling Too many answers I'm seeking Feel the pain I'm speaking Is this meant for the glories Tragedy in stories I learned to overcome Years that were troublesome I had to trust the process Stepping towards progress Just a youth from prospect Preaching like a prophet Can't ever cross the guys Solid with mob ties Forty-five Glocks rise You a new's skit on Fox-Five I ain't telling any lies Can't match my walk or shoe size If you're talking stupid Get left in alleys putrid Body losing fluid Got your soul feeling lucid Think I'm talking tough My Nina can get it rough Let you think I'm calling bluff Hit the back of your scruff Get touched off this lingo Your number's marked like Bingo I'm getting stacks like Pringles Platinum plaques off my singles Only speaking the truth Why I'm respected in the booth Young New York nigga Billionaire mind like Jigga With a olive oil voice You know I'm the People's Choice Soul weaving through noise Gifted with a poise You can't knock the hustle Moving like I'm Nip I got it off the muscle Gnac on rocks I sip Trials and tribulations Led to celebrations You gotta go through Hell Just to get to heaven Winning provides a spell Tip-toeing in Margiela's Table talk with the fellas