Pa**ion Hifi - Sentiment lyrics

[Produced by The Pa**ion HiFi] [Verse 1: B-Staz] 403, born and raised On the cul-de-sac spending most of my days It went by like a daze comin' back to me now My biggest problem is the town that I praised Feeling invisible like my name's Hunter Hayes So what I'm out of the suburbs Now I gotta be stubborn I gotta ditch my first love and the roof I was under I feel that's the problem with Hip Hop now Gotta be somewhere big in order to be allowed to make the cash and dollars Being strapped and torn and forced like you got a collar And people are fake, they tell you they care But they be like camouflage when you're forced with despair But shoutout to my boy Biggie When I was broke down on the side of the road, he was there to pick me up And every time I faced a downward spiral So he'll be with me if I go viral Cause reppin' the 4, I'm about to blossom I guess this rap is just a microcosm, of life in general Sometimes you gotta refrain from being sensible Pop in this tape cause it's impeccable A small town kid with big time dreams From a town without even a real sports team [Hook: Natalie Holland] Let it out, burn it down People come and go but you know Remember those who helped you make it to the top It don't matter where you came from when your feet are on solid ground Cause it's all going to come around And we won't ever stop there May not be gold at the end of the road So what will you have to show at the end of the day? What kind of life are you living? [Verse 2: B-Staz] A friend once told me, you'll live 70 years, 80 if you're lucky And what does it matter if you don't live for something So just be happy and skip the calamity Live with no restrictions Cause truth is stranger then fiction So from that day on I decided just to enjoy the ride And till' the day that I die I'm gunna feel alive Cause if you ask me about my biggest fear I'll look you dead in the eyes, sad by sincere And say I don't wanna wake up and realize I missed out on what could've been And I guess that's why I'm in the booth spitting this sh** right here So from a city known for cows, horses and a stampede Imma take this power invested in me And make a guarantee that I'll keep my foot on the pedal And stay lit if you think you have sk**s f** off I'll never admit cause imma be stubborn And if you come at me You'll discover the wrath of this short white dude from the suburbs Yo Nat hit me