Nick's Couch

I'm built for something Bigger than this Started to think that maybe I just made a mistake All of this time that I put in the effort for me to be great Niggas be plottin' they look at the options I got on my plate Ironic they look at my plate and they seeing their face This ain't the year for my peers to be playin it safe I lock myself in the studio then I go catch me a case I ain't released in a minute they thought I was takin' a break This is a single but I'm makin' double just look at the tape I been waitin' like I'm waitin tables Rappers rappin' raps and they be statin fables Claim we family dawg I got a way the options Get the rock and really have the cane and able Tell the critics they gon' have to bring the labels You know John be bombin' I go kamikaze Who the flight attendant said your plane with Stable nigga Man I feel like this is just a lot There are those of us who like to venture to the unexplored To see the beauty in the strange and unknown Those of us who go out there With a sense of wonder Rekindling how I felt in 09 J-Love was so blind to bills and how it feels to soak and cosign yourself what's on your mind? well My grind they kick flip I sit while Nick Brooks and Warner would tighten trucks and grind but What's on my mind was why my momma was drinkin' so much And how am I gonna wash my clothes for school time I said f*ck it Nick would give me pants and shirts to look fly but I would just buying time I'd go and eat school at lunch and spill mustard on all of his favorite pants And Carmen would go wild she Ain't understand my struggle But I tried To hide my shame and Nick said dawg man it's fine He ain't understand how much it meant to me But that shit carved a history and sleepin on his couch just to hide From the chaos Momma goin' through the trials and tribulations but I hate to thinking that she was way off It got worse when Jasmine came and she got laid off And winter came an we was freezing Bernie couldn't Madoff Man I was stressed The trailer turned into a trap house Was the greatest summer ever but I couldn't map out Where I was goin' in my life so I pulled a strap out Robbed a nigga trigger happy almost blew his cap out At that very moment I think I made a decision Heart racin' and my trailer was thinking division Yeah I wasn't good at math if I subtract the friends that's bad Would I still be a gangsta and go into prison Did I wanna be a gunner with snakes that'll slither A young thug YSL you stay where you livin Or white people stereotypin' and say I'm a nigga Or did I wanna be a star Man this shit was so bizarre goddamn