OneTakeDrew - Soulful lyrics

[Intro] Sample - The O'Jays (Back stabbers) Yeah, back stabbers Got too much soul, n***a [Verse 1] The friend of my enemy is usually my enemy Like my lawyer buddy-buddy with the prosecution I thought you should be defending me Voices in my head must be my inner Gemini Cricket The story of my life ain't got me Lemony Snicket I tend to be drifting by anyone offending me Rep up my grind, I plan to beat it Produce a flow so smoovie Run out of coat tail for groupies These hoes bound to choose me Bet they won't see a dollar bill In St. Louis outside The Player's Club kinda ill Imma burn these tracks Rest in peace to Bernie Mac Hope this game don't turn me whack On the way to pro, there's no turning back Live my life and worry that I won't be remembered for one thing a young king But what if Scar k**ed Simba Got no kids, who gon' be the symbol, of what I steer for Send me and my realest verses to the good Lord I'm good for it, n***a Hard to put your heart in words much harder to get 'em heard Who would have thought the thought of real music could be absurd n***a its hard to talk 4 real sentences free of verbs or word We don't want to take action no more, it's embarra**ing Seriously, frustration just converts to cursing Like f** the man on his a** countin' cash while I'm working For a fraction of what his wrist cost Pissed off n***as be havin' to work some years for it (yeah) But you get that in a few days For money that ridiculous n***as gon' have to move weight (huh, doe) And is you game for it, even had to k** a brother They got what you can't afford (huh, nah) See that's two lanes boy and I'm over in the third one The instrumental surgeon, come test it, I must confess it Might be the slowest but its closest to the exit Some blessed it I don traveled the safer road Man of my family, this arm trying to break the mold He'll keep the silver and the bronze, I'm trying to take the gold Momma providin' for the family, let's change the roles Be patient, I'll take control, you covered And f** your shift so where's my brothers Marcus, Smitty, Von and Josh sh** get gritty imma call 'em And give them a piece of whatever I get involved in I mean why not eat with the same n***as you starved with Start from the bottom and I'm still here, it's tough Boy I just started so I feel there's no love In the hip hop game but I still care, still care Struggle ain't nothing I put that on my brother's wheelchair He been in and out of hospitals and he's still here The sh** that he had to endure tought me to k** fear n***a, that sh** tought me to k** fear So why you sketchy bought if the lord exists it's real clear [outro]