Letras
Yea nigga
I feel like Nas n shit
Thumbin thru my book a rhymes
Just tryna get to it
You know?
Ya
Im tryna move in the right direction
In this world that offers no protection
Each day I try to count my blessins
I gotta lot to be thankful for
All a the reasons I can't ignore
So why would I ever settle
Pedal to the metal
Can't slow down
Inspire and motivate
God washed my sins
So I could start wit a clean slate
This food for thought is
For the blind reinvigorate
Stay in attack mode
Through the defensive pressure
I penetrate
Calculate decisions I make
Memories don't disintegrate
I could never forget you
Stuck in my thoughts when I miss you
Use these beats as a tissue
A young G, my initials
A whole lot on my mental
All the shit that I been through
Smokin gas like a rental
Tryna ease my mind
Cosigns from no body
Credentials official
You too worried bout material shit
That's how they get you
But who am I
I want that range too
And them plates dat say FiFTH too
I'm still the same nigga
In these same shoes
Everybody a artist these days
I can paint too
But mines is genuine
Waves like Pendleton
On the grind for like 3 Summers
There is no middle man
I got the master plan
Check the sound scan
It's all me
Spill my soul
While the instruments bleed
Forever in my heart
You could neva leave me
Even tho it's the color purple
Word to Sealy
Sometimes my mind wonders
Who am I really?
Til I see my reflexion