Lights

You know somethin' man You my motha fuckin' boy For real Go head and get downnnn Cause I’m finna shoot my shot yeah Life ain’t picture perfect But we’ll get it cropped yeah Ta focus on the shit that really matter I’m too focused on the negatives To point out What I’m really after Havin conversations With my inner voice Reminding me all this drive Is gonna put a star Up in a Royce Every move I made was written Shit you can’t avoid And when you this nice It’s hard to say I had a choice My parents mention the music But never give me credit I try to tell myself you different They could never get it And shade only block your shine If you truly let it But bitch I'm shinin' bright as ever Won’t let you forget it I run this shit You can tell Man the Nike’s creased You jumpin' ship I can tell Cause your chain is leased I don’t cater any beef I only move in peace But interrupt me while we feast And I’ll leave you deceased I could never fall in love Girl please But shit it got me singing bout this girl From the Middle East Tell her how I feel Or wait till the mission complete I’m sittin' right between the two Like a middle seat F*ck it I’m finna put all of my feelings aside If life’s a bitch You can tell that motha fucka That I’m down to ride Send message If they forget to reply You helped a kid find his meaning And the reason why I even did it in the first place I want that trophy cause it’s bigger Man what’s that say First place You talk small Like you nervous on a first date We talkin' big Shakin' shit up like an earthquake I rapped over Drake’s beat To help me get to college I lived in traphouses But that side don't get acknowledged I got a&r’s tellin' me My shit polished This 8 years sending warnings man Christopher Wallace Lookin like a hot commodity I don’t get jaded to attention Man I outta be Get accustomed to this face You gonna see a lotta me Girls spreading rumors that we smashed Well did you Hmmm possibly You shouldn’t listen gossip I hardly ever pick my phone up When I’m in the pocket Know they love me down in Houston Like I’m on the rockets Kicked doors down dolo Man it’s hard to knock it But you can’t tell me nothing Built it from the ground up I’m driving down 92 I think I found Russ Can’t believe a superstar livin' Down the street Maybe I should play him 1 on 1 Man that’s one a week Always payin up respect I give it where it’s due Man you gotta pay it forward When they payin you With shit you can’t put a price on Man I finally made enough To keep the motha fuckin lights onnnnn Yeah haha And now I'm snappin like a Nikon Alright alright I'm done chill Shit nigga