ReQ Cartier - The Cure lyrics

Relax n***a We Gon make it, if you keep spitting on these tracks n***a I don't have a choice, being I'm just a black n***a Coming out the ghetto or sewer just like a rat n***a Mama told me, I'm bout to blow in a couple months I thought I'd never see support till I'm in the front Of the people that gotta hand over a Grammy I'm just forever dreaming until I'm chillin in Miami On the beach, with bad women around me Good vibes, for another hood guy puttin on my hood guys Got a couple people intimidated, I'm guaranteed to make it Or like a bully in school, I'm guaranteed to take it Ha, my grandmother don't approve of the sh** I do I'm rappin just to make her smile and she don't have a clue She prolly think that I'm doing it just because it's cool But I was better off rapping, then tryna go to school See. Her credit jacked And my credit jacked And my mother credit... Yeah her credit jacked So what's a better stat? With our credit jacked... Make a bigger debt Or making hella tracks Making hella tracks, could turn to hella stacks And with them hella stacks, we'll bring our credit back That's only words, until I make it to verbs I'm just rappin. Out these lyrical blurbs My brother told me to chill with all that bad mouthin Dissin all these other rappers cause they not about it I'm never showing no hate, it's just these people doubtin And when it come to this music, n***a I'm bout it, bout it It ain't no limit Im Percy miller in 95 Got a crew full of soldiers and they down to ride Made mistakes that put me over in 2nd place But I ain't trippin cause slow and steady will win the race My only occupation isnt just a spitter, but a winner, you n***as beginners I'm keeping my head up to the sky, yet I'm still a sinner But that man above understand the world I'm in Just to survive in this cold world you gotta sin I'm only 21, Tryna find a way I know I'm living better than many, I'm smiling every day Give a bum a dollar every time I can I could be in the same position, forgetting who I am Never Hollywood, tryna get to Hollywood It sound good and relaxing like a Molly would If I ain't have this job, man I prolly would Pop a couple and put on a front like tommy would That's Martin tho, I need Martin dough But I ain't willing to go the route that Martin go Cause when n***as think ya funny They thinkin that it's okay and they can play with ya money, nah A lil this, a lil that, I be working voodoo Warming up to eat a track, like some ramen noodles Rome told me not to black and that's all I could do Cause my brother said that's what a rapper should do ...if he good or whatever A million rappers in the world pick a letter Put him up against me, he ain't better He just started rappin for cheese, a mouse for the cheddar But then again that's what we all want I love music, but money....sh** I can't front Whatever is to happen I'm hoping that my future is filled with satisfaction