FOR MY PEOPLE

Heard they're killin' niggas off help the hood hurt Yeah, crackers was the cook first Yeah, nigga, I'ma go the extra mile For my people, even if my motherfuckin' foot hurt Good church, I ain't even seen in a minute Me and God got it locked, now that's good terms Bro flow sick, he got good germs Hope it get me to this paper like a bookworm Should learned from myself, I been in my own brain Tryna get my fam the whole thing Man, I been on the coast doin' shows with the no names It's all good if you don't want fame And if I get it proper, I don't want chains, um Get reminded of them old ways Still talk my shit, young and black, yeah, pardon my dick I'm from the land, ain't no other one who started this shit You know what it is Just keep on movin To yourself, you're provin That you can do anything Long as you put your mind to it Don't let no one get you down That smile's too beautiful for you to be frownin Love yourself above all else Maintain your focus All that other shit, hocus pocus Protect your peace, your magic Don't let distractions disrupt your path and Keep on countin' all of your blessings The Lord favors you All these obstacles you made it through You carry divine timing on your side at all times So keep your head up, chest out, and keep on grindin