Letras
cll those years I was down on my luck
Chasing something that I couldn't give up
The pressure didn't kill me tho it made me adjust
I knew I had something that couldn't be rushed
Hear the echo from the tech blow when I'm in the stress mode
Bullets dancing round like it's techno
Young Pedro running round the metro
My life like the '94 Expos
You ain't even close to this I ain't even wrote to this
I got a poker face every time I load the clip
I can't say no to this look I was broke as shit
Sleeping in my car like how am I supposed to live
Life going by in a blink of an eye
I ain't got a lot of time to be listening to lies
I'm doing laps round you rappers you ain't fit for the crime
You gotta put in that work if you living this life
Go ahead run ahead get your best in a line
I'm the best from the west side you destined to find
Coast to coast with that smoke leave you choking inside
Like a pig on a spit you getting roasted alive
Yeah they keep tryna talk about my mental state
In my trench coat writing till the pencil breaks
I'm a mental case in a busted out rental space
Man I wish I had a little blade in that pencil case
cll those years I was down on my luck
Chasing something that I couldn't give up
The pressure didn't kill me tho it made me adjust
I knew I had something that couldn't be rushed
Hear the echo from the tech blow when I'm in the stress mode
Bullets dancing round like it's techno
Young Pedro running round the metro
My life like the '94 Expos
She asked me what's wrong with my heart
I said baby girl where you want me to start
I wasn't always on the winning side of things
I lost my way a million times I think
Now I'm trying to find a balance in my routine
I'm writing down my goals on this loose-leaf
I'm the general in charge I'm the crew chief
Smoking on this blue cheese down south to Eugene
Thought I had to move south just to get my name out