GQ - Rated Oakland lyrics

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League & 8bars] [Verse] Door slammed in my face, tired from tryna chase Bold enough to play Marco Polo and Jason Lake I lost faith like 12 times, f** you think I'm on my mind I don't get no f**in sleep I'm starin at my f**ing blinds Every f**ing night, the morning I'm dealin with migraines See things for how they are, colors in my eye change Dirty job wash my hands, college kids poppin' xans I ain't got no rocks to sell, might call me to rock some bells Write a verse and change a light Spit some more change it twice Drink my f**in pain away I'm always on like Vegas nights My n***a from the Nola told me, “boy your flow like Cajun spice” Work ethic impeccable, you would think I train with Rice I been blastin' off for months, lookin out for higher stakes If heaven ain't gon' let me in I pray they got some higher gates Find a space and hope you fit, less you take the more you miss It's a dog-eat-dog world, lock you up and throw you strips I blanked out don't even care no more This sh** ain't even fair no more We can't converse you situation don't concur I ain't stressin' off that b**h, that's more for her This room closing in on me Me and my chance lookin' slim homie The wind on me I might just get carried away Roll rocky bad turn make the chariot sway Magic carpet took me like librarians try to book me Stand by my side I'm lookin for cookie Where they gonna put me, my [cage filled?] I can't wait unitl my days chill k**in' off my vibe a few, bow to you Down to earth but do some sh** that fly to you I'm more pa**ionate, shield broke more gla** in it What cloth was I cut by, a fabric tip I'm mad as sh**, nose cold, heart heavy They went from not given a f** to tryna drop confetti Tell granny I get it now lotta folk who I ain't talk to in some years Lookin' at they phone like “should I hit him now?”