[Caleborate:]
I can feel the sin in my lungs
The magic in my skin
The weight on my heart
The flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder
That stacking on 10
The blunt in my hand
Helping me run from my friends
Oh, you got a problem
That sh*t happens often
Shouldering that tryna chase my dreams
Is so exhausting
Then I got haters
Actin' like there ain't sh*t in they closet
Well since we here talking
I'ma empty mine out
Let's visit my house
No words really spoke
Just me and my aunt working
To dig ourselves out of holes
I wake up everyday
I roll what I got left
And if I'm all out
I know there's some on her shelf
I know that's fu*king low
But low is where I'm dwelling
I gotta make it now
Cuz if I don't there's no telling
I was 24
Still sleeping on floors
Sneaking girls in
Still peaking through doors
They say I'm slated to make it
But that's not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them
Real men stay patient
I been here for 5 years
Grinding harder than you think man
So if pulling me down
Is even close to what you thinking
Just know I'm not afraid to die
For the sh*t that I believe in
I'm gon' stay forever
You're the one that's gon' be leaving
I'm gon' be heating up
And you the one that's gon' be steaming
I realize when I wake
My peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart
My biggest haters aren't strangers
I feel their energy
They're judging me for claiming Berkeley
But it meant to me what
Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen
I don't see why I'm defending sh*t that made me
What you look at
Shoutout my to the all the ones
That showed me love at all the cookouts
(TBKTR forever, man, y'all know who you are)
And shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact
If you fu*k around with me
And shout out to the ones that accept me for me
And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact
If you fu*k around with me
[KOTA The Friend:]
God speed to the women that I fu*ked with
Grand rising to the only one that I lay up wit'
She in love wit' me
And she don't care about no money
My family say she gold digging
I just think it's funny
Cuz' she the only one that ever understood
I am a museum
She just come and look
I am like a library
She just came to read
She don't judge the books
I be overseas we be hella shook
I be out for weeks at a time now
Weeks turn months
From apartment to a duplex
New day new stress
Thinking bout the past
When
Everything was bad
Got a baby on the way
A pregnant woman on my ass
Bout the feelings I don't have
And the bag I don't got yet
Felt like I was fu*king up a few lives
Trapped in my mama crib
Baby, baby mama
I was out of it
Working out the basement
Glad I made it outta there
I could move a mountain if I want to
I could make somebody dreams come true
I approach a struggle like it's nothing new
I lit up the tunnel
I take Kota in the rain we be dancing in the puddles
And he love me like a fool
He taught me what is love
Feel like I could never lose
Even when this sh*t is rough
Got a woman and she strong
And if we have a daughter
I ain't worrying at all
I know she gon' be a queen
Cause' she following her mom
[Caleborate:]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So shout out to the ones that accept me for me
So shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact
If you fu*k around with me
So shout out to the ones that accept me for me
So shout out to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact
If you fu*k around with me