chorus:

been struggln every day so a nigga can achieve his goals
in the booth with a pad and a pen in my lap jus releas'n whats in my soul
ima stay gun'n, gun'n
ima stay gun'n till i get this dogh
ima stay gun'n, gun'n
cuz this the life that i goddamn chose

verse 1:
i aint crazy over tattoos my ink is on the note pad
mix it with some drums now they luv'n it like cognac
gett'n on my grown man music u can vibe to
and i aint gotta lie i jus tell u what my tribe do
hear'n me on itunes it used to be the pavement
stars in the sky many crimes that were aimless
started as a shamless criminal thats nameless
now im like a roadie tearn down stages
heard thatd i be famous jus exercise my patience
i might needa clip a couple homies that i came with
growth is never painless survivors wont be fragile
crew gettn thinner only makes us more agile
(agile) necassary for the movment
so we can make our movement like studio acoustics
off the fuckn wall everybody wanna ball
but no one wanna crawl they think they got it all

(chorus)

if every worry weighed a pound that resided in my head
id be burried underground like a body that was dead
but the way that i was bread got your homie sayn fuk it
i roll with the pain like im rolln with some crutches
medicated off these dutches and the honeys that'll suck us
if you wanna see some duckets gotta roll with the punches
im movn on my hunches and tunnel'n m vision
if you playn i dont see you like those playas that be siit'n
a lack of ambition got you look'n like you bitt'n
from a zombie to your body cuz yall aint really liv'n
know that i was driv'n like there"s mile on my meter
see i rap on stolen heaters no deny'n that im eager
convert a non believer like a preacher with a mouth piece
first they tried to hate now they couldnt live with out me
plus they wanna crown me ratchets wanna hound me
my eyes is on the prize like mayweather who can cloud me?

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