[Intro:Joe Pass]
Someday there'll be a time for you and-
[Verse: Lil Skies]
What up, DMV
I'm known around here locally
Lookin' at my views, everybody startin' notice me
I grew up in a world full of bum niggas
Who don't wanna get a job, a bunch of loaf niggas
Hard time equals hard lines, sell drugs, then get hard time
I'd rather write rhymes then commit a large crime
You older niggas need to quit before I take your shine
Now, honestly that trap music shit needs to stop
You rather be shot and get popped
By two cops who catch you selling crack rocks
On D block, guns fired, another man dropped
The clock ticks, his blood drops, his son askin' "Whеre pops?"
But who knows, this life is a cycle
You bеtter pray to God with both hands on a Bible
Finger on the trigger, I ain't scared to shoot the rifle
Demons lookin' over you, they just ready to snipe you
But see as humans, we bringin' sense just to prove we can win
Buyin' things other people wear just to fit in
Life is nothing but a gift God gave us
Money, cars, clothes and drugs aren't really what makes us
I'm gettin' my education while tryna live my dream
I do what I gotta do, I get it by any means
Bright future but honestly what does it mean?
Take life day by day and get all of that cream
Niggas know what I'm about, spitting straight realness
People hear my lyrics and they say they straight feel this
'Cause I've been workin' so damn hard to reach a million
Now my women come in different colors like the millions
Like I told ya'll, I really had enough
I'm tired of lookin' rough and being around a bunch of niggas who think they're tough
Survival of the fittest, bruh you ain't fittin' in
But attempts, you'll get stomped out by many men
Someday there'll be a time for you and-
[Verse: Lil Skies]
What up, DMV
I'm known around here locally
Lookin' at my views, everybody startin' notice me
I grew up in a world full of bum niggas
Who don't wanna get a job, a bunch of loaf niggas
Hard time equals hard lines, sell drugs, then get hard time
I'd rather write rhymes then commit a large crime
You older niggas need to quit before I take your shine
Now, honestly that trap music shit needs to stop
You rather be shot and get popped
By two cops who catch you selling crack rocks
On D block, guns fired, another man dropped
The clock ticks, his blood drops, his son askin' "Whеre pops?"
But who knows, this life is a cycle
You bеtter pray to God with both hands on a Bible
Finger on the trigger, I ain't scared to shoot the rifle
Demons lookin' over you, they just ready to snipe you
But see as humans, we bringin' sense just to prove we can win
Buyin' things other people wear just to fit in
Life is nothing but a gift God gave us
Money, cars, clothes and drugs aren't really what makes us
I'm gettin' my education while tryna live my dream
I do what I gotta do, I get it by any means
Bright future but honestly what does it mean?
Take life day by day and get all of that cream
Niggas know what I'm about, spitting straight realness
People hear my lyrics and they say they straight feel this
'Cause I've been workin' so damn hard to reach a million
Now my women come in different colors like the millions
Like I told ya'll, I really had enough
I'm tired of lookin' rough and being around a bunch of niggas who think they're tough
Survival of the fittest, bruh you ain't fittin' in
But attempts, you'll get stomped out by many men
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