Carversations

Aye I remember the times you used to say that shit Told me I'd be that shit Felt this shit you know Said they just gotta wait on it I felt it too like Hella nights that kept me up These just the cards that I was dealt I ain't the type to let this up My eyes stayed on the prize When they was hyping Let me cut. Right to the back Cuz see this rap shit Nigga I see more as love Connected solely from the shit they kicking Played it more as goalie Always focused On who needed saving They would never show me Shit was golden Just can't yet retrieve it Heart right on my sleeve And best believe You taken something from me Bro we gone get even Fighting demons Guardian some angel shit I ain't believe in From me grieving How my nigga protected Left that nigga leaking They still sleeping Prolly think it's sweet Until we pop the secret And I peeped this shit Gone lend my hand Just need to feed the fam But niggas different Ain't gone try to hope Or grow no Peter Pan I mean like damn This shit get tricky Fifty shots. What he was saying The color crayon You tried to keep in lines Now keep 'em outta line And all that tough shit you was talking Squeeze and leave em outta time F*ck posing Brought up on some bullshit. No DeRozan But be posted Call em four He wanna shoot. But then he smoked it A token of respect To them people who took you joking As a notion. Or a nod to try you Haters wanna fry you To say they passing by you Got family in the bayou Still can't paint the shit like I do Now they play my shit on iTunes I'm spinning different cycles Till I fade away. Like Michael Range from rifles. Just to break the ice Cuz trash can get recycled I told em they know Kb got it What you need now Pull up on you quick You better have them boys on speed dial Climbed up to the top. But turned a opp When he ain't reach down Cuz life done gave a beat down Some shit we can't even speak bout Hear me on them beats now baby Bush we can't beat round When they was making me sound crazy We get to see now Speeding then we screech out Nigga you know what we bout Waiting to get it started We waiting to hear the beat bounce Aye But we gone take it to the top It ain't no tying sails I be more worried bout the drop Cuz ain't no try and fail Go Seinfeld. On a iron rail In the fire fell. Quick But he rather keep it. Than pitch it To say it was by his self And I mean I felt it Cuz some niggas getting shelved And you get yo shit up off the shelves And they gone say you selfish But me myself I rather I split the pie I never cared the size I got it. Then I flipped it Name a better way to rise This sega way of mine Will get you better on for size And you ain't no better than nobody Put that petty shit aside I told em they know Kb got it What you need now Pull up on you quick You better have them boys on speed dial Climbed up to the top. But turned a opp When he ain't reach down Cuz life done gave a beat down Some shit we can't even speak bout Hear me on them beats now baby Bush we can't beat round When they was making me sound crazy We get to see now Speeding then we screech out Nigga you know what we bout Waiting to get it started We waiting to hear the beat bounce Aye