Lyrics:
short
I lost my mind
Sitting on a park bench
years away from fighting
to cut a long story short
I lost my mind
Standing in the dark
oh I was
you thought? I was raised by this street shit
Dont take my kindness for weakness
Ima grind hard, go harder than you seen bitch
Self made boss so i get
I'm just a outsider, inside, outlinin' thing's I'm surrounded by
This time the outcome is insight to how some live life
The shoe doesn't fit me
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
going
Alright, alright, alright
Motherfucka
Start drinking and then start sinking into the beats
Rhymes just come to mind
Especially when critiquing
Sitting on the tracks, With the river rolling by, I got a lot of shit, Stuck on my mind, So I take it all out on my very best friend, You know it's
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
dogs
S-Y I stay winning
Hussle told y’all Issa marathon
Why yall sprinting?
People asking me what I do for a living?
Making my mind work in ways that
It's been a long time coming
Too long, too long
It's been in the making a quarter century
But it's here now, it's here now
If by time you hear this
(what?)
Get a dawg, walk the streets, learn what you need to learn (uh)
It don't have a cause but because you'll get burned (c'mon)
Rap for fifteen years
up the stairs as one again to decimate the stage
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city
I've got to do this soul work
So that I can let this soul work
I know that Christ is
My help
I'm fighting this midlife crisis
God help
This life is
trying to stall him
This right here is all that I see
T-R-A-E is all that I be
Same thang different day
Gotta live your life by any means
It's the same
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
plus died off this shit last year
And the year before and the year before that year
Making money, quick money, big money
Off of people's misery
Laughing
the drop
I line him up
Heard he's on full
I'm tryna leave him on e
Always knew I'd be
A boss in the streets
From way back when they started
Tempting me
the seaside (Gang, gang, gang)
She sucks D by the seaside (Gang, gang, gang)
We get steamed by the seaside
We just live the dream by the seaside
No cap like
on the streets deceased
Lookin' through my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies, poof
We used
grace and his love it's on my shoulders
Reporting live from Zion this is the year of The Gathering Clouds
Christ in me the hope of glory
In simple terms
Every day
And then you work so hard till ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by
the time to fix our hearts and our minds
We just need time to fix our minds
It's black love
Black kings and queens together we can live out our lives
I don't
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
getting right with no girl by my side
All of these rappers out living in lie
But my life is so simple, get high as a kite
Hop on the freestyle and rock
homeboy, you see grace
Still unashamed, just in a new space
I'm just a little more humble now
In those Cali streets acting foolish
Tried to run with
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