Letras
South Jersey
Word to my nigga Kirt
Shit be from the heart bro, yea
From the heart I'm still copin' with arrangements
I still roll with who I came with
And that's what's most important
When the rain hits
A portion of the change that I made
Became faceless
A corner of the frame became tainted
So it's hard for me to face it
As intended
Spirit run ahead of it's time
The rap nigga
Far from the times of a minor past interest
I done been inside rooms that a lot can't enter
All from the center
Of my heart with these writtens
Niggas mind be on rap
And my mind is on building
I'm ridin' off wit tire marks
My drive is hard, nigga
I'm high as shit thumbin' thru some
Vinyl in Virginia
Just contemplating how to make
A profit off my interest
Peace to the dissonance and grief
I forgive you
Each individual scar conjured different
Embracing my character flaws
I gotta live with 'em
Despite it, the star is Michelin
And time is tickin'
My aura is residual
The prophecy explicit
No forge in my pen
It's hard tellin' momma I'mma be short on the rent
So I can't afford to sit down
Just knowin' I can't get no job
I'm on my shit now
Rap gotta suffice
Learned from endeavors been the
Last walkin' in line
Pushed by adversity, I'm back after the fight
My path never altered or redefined
A league of my own
That's on all my people at home, nigga
East coast
(609 Jersey shit, nigga)
East coast
(Jersey)
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
All day
Scourin' for hours for some palm change
Cause most never learn to recall change