[Intro: Caleborate]
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Caleborate]
I could feel the sin in my lungs, the magic in my skin
The weight on my heart, the flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder that's stackin' on ten
The blunt in my hand helpin' me run from my friends
Oh, you got a problem? That shit happens often
Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting
Then I got haters actin' like there ain't shit in they closet
Well since we here talkin', I'ma empty mine out
Let's visit my house, no words really spoke
Just me and auntie workin' to dig ourselves outta holes
I wake up every day and roll what I got left
And if I'm all out, I know there's some on her shelf
I know that's fuckin' low, but fuckin' low is where I'm dwellin'
I gotta make it now, 'cause if I don't, there's no tellin'
I was twenty-four and still sleepin' on floors
Sneakin' girls in, still peekin' through doors
They say I'm slated to make it, that's not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them, real men stay patient
I been here five years, grindin' harder than you think, man
So if pullin' me down is even close to what you thinkin'
Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in
I'm gon' stay forever, you the one that's gon' be leavin'
I'm gon' be heatin' up and you the one that's gon' be steamin'
I realize when I wake my peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren't strangers
I feel they energy, they judging me for claiming Berkeley
But it meant to me what Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen
I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at
Shout out to all the ones that show me love at all the cookouts
KTR forever, man, y'all know who you are, one love, yeah
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Caleborate]
I could feel the sin in my lungs, the magic in my skin
The weight on my heart, the flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder that's stackin' on ten
The blunt in my hand helpin' me run from my friends
Oh, you got a problem? That shit happens often
Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting
Then I got haters actin' like there ain't shit in they closet
Well since we here talkin', I'ma empty mine out
Let's visit my house, no words really spoke
Just me and auntie workin' to dig ourselves outta holes
I wake up every day and roll what I got left
And if I'm all out, I know there's some on her shelf
I know that's fuckin' low, but fuckin' low is where I'm dwellin'
I gotta make it now, 'cause if I don't, there's no tellin'
I was twenty-four and still sleepin' on floors
Sneakin' girls in, still peekin' through doors
They say I'm slated to make it, that's not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them, real men stay patient
I been here five years, grindin' harder than you think, man
So if pullin' me down is even close to what you thinkin'
Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in
I'm gon' stay forever, you the one that's gon' be leavin'
I'm gon' be heatin' up and you the one that's gon' be steamin'
I realize when I wake my peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren't strangers
I feel they energy, they judging me for claiming Berkeley
But it meant to me what Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen
I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at
Shout out to all the ones that show me love at all the cookouts
KTR forever, man, y'all know who you are, one love, yeah
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