Chris Punsalan - So I'm Gone lyrics

[Verse 1] Rollin...ain't nobody folding Always all in when I'm going through the motions You could, you could, you could find me in the cut recording I ain't neva going out cause I just know what's more important That's staying cooped like 2 door in the booth Making beats, filling sheets, with nothing else but the truth See my cousin gave me hope told me that I could be great As long you stayin honest with yo music you'll be straight So I write w/ my heart up on my sleeve I been doing my production ain't no time to let it breathe I been in and outta doubt always second guessing thoughts But my brother gives hope whenever I'm feelin lost See he ridin on the bus that is shorter than the rest But he always keep his head up cause the heart up in his chest And I Idolize that, so I'm tryna be his model Staying focused on this mission hopin one day he would follow I ain't tryna hit the lotto do my own kick and push Everybody wanna eat but ain't nobody wanna cook See I cut off everybody from my old school Tryna hit me up, I be like sorry gotta make moves [Hook] On my way higher And I'm lookin farther I won't live here blinded And the only way is forward So i'm gone And I'm never looking back no Got a plan of attack bro [Verse 2] Riding through the city on the west And I got the windows I been feeling like the best Ain't nobody in my way and I do this on my own See I'm staying independent making hits up in my home I don't ever grip the chrome, I ain't ever sold the crack I ain't ever blow a thou, I don't ride a Cadillac I just stay up in my room cooking beats on the maschine Hopin one day I would blow w/ a dollar and a dream Man that's all I really got and Im praying that I'm next I been reachin out to god waiting for a text He ain't eva gon reply but I'll still...get...by I don't need a beat from you I get high off my supply And I'm asking who can I trust Ain't nobody but myself but believing is a must And see grinding is for certain always gotta pay your dues See they teach you how to win but they hoping that you lose Uh, tryna find a balance to this life I'm just tryna find my way by spittin writtens to the mic I don't eva go to parties what is there to celebrate? Maybe when I get a Grammy and mil up on my plate [Repeat Hook]