Springtime

SaintRuss I'm just a man of my word Times is strange and it's a dirty world They laced your dope and now your high ain't right I sparked a L and pray to my God at night Life is moving at the speed of light The speed of life got me dizzy I need a breather and a 15 But all I got is smooth 12s and some 16s Young Cancerian born on the 16th Came to bless you with a sickly 16 Once again, for your 12s and your 16s Bass for your face But when you spark, then you riding Cruising and driving On I-95 that's when I have my best thoughts Early in the a.m. Footsteps in The Dark Grand slam, I hit it out the park Forever making moves Maneuver in the light, before the dawn F*ck what you thought Act like you know Ducked off, tryna see your fall behind seasons ending They trading off they heart for attention No pressure nigga, they blood ain't pumping So they feeling stagnant in a city dragging Where it's all the rave, but it's all for nothing when you in the grave Keep your chest and steps, never be a slave It's all about your reps, gotta keep your pace At a grander stare to a higher palace Drinking out a chalice Swear this life a challenge, but I'm for the haul It's first and goal from the 50 yard Swear this life is short, but the pain is endless when you taint your mental to frame a Killer Look, that AIN'T you Type of game you taught See, I bring the pain and you play the sport Knocking niggas short on they quest to make it, like Johnny nigga My Game ain't basic You running Tetris I'm calling next up to big endeavors That's networking; you net surfing