The Rabbi Himself - G.P.S lyrics

{intro} Oohhh, yea Aye, aye {chorus} I don’t think they understand What it take for standing out What it take to be the youngin What it take to be the only homie that they never count What it take to always have to find my way around the clout You could say i’m gpsin Cause i gotta push for something Look, i’m standing out What it takes to be the youngin What it takes to be the only homie that they never count What it takes to always have to find my way around the clout You can say i’m gpsin Cause i gotta push my – {verse 1} Dreams, 1 am and man, my brain is in the dark All this pressure on my shoulders, guess my future weight a bulk All my pressure on my shoulders, guess my head is in to deep I’m a tremor in the ocean, when i shook they had to see (sea) A(ye), b Like i’m busy getting honey for my queen I’ve been working all my life but when i sting, i die a g H.i When you catch me walking by You don’t wanna to be the only person really left behind I got mother on my neck, pushing me to get ahead What’s the point of all my dreams if i just leave them in the bed She don’t even know i rap, and she won’t fathom the thought But i guess for me to grow, sometimes i gotta break apart, that’s a start All these mountains i’ve been moving, i’m authentic with the faith Even if i gotta struggle, i’m like hani with the brave I’m like biko with the people Never poison but i’m lethal But for you to see my vision, be an eagle {chorus} I don’t think they understand What it take for standing out What it take to be the youngin What it take to be the only homie that they never count What it take to always have to find my way around the clout You could say i’m gpsin Cause i gotta push for something Look, i’m standing out What it takes to be the youngin What it takes to be the only homie that they never count What it takes to always have to find my way around the clout You can say i’m gpsin Cause i gotta push for something {verse 2} I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life I move the masses, like i shift my body weight from side to side Forget the rapping and the crafty ways we banter when we write I’m tryna really change the metro Bring some money to the ghetto They ignore you when you battle all the confidence you got Everybody got a story but you gotta share your plot I don’t think they understand but you don’t understand a lot It took some bills for gates to open all the windows that he got I was being microsoft Left the x got out the box Now i’m biting every apple like i’m stevey on the job I’m the youngin from the southern Baking bars, like i’m an oven Going harder than malume drinking bottles at a tavern I don’t gamble when you see me, so i don’t got no poker face Ladies going gaga and i really can’t control the place I’ve been doing me since i was fighting just to find my wealth Never gonna be somebody else cause… {chorus} I don’t think they understand What it take for standing out What it take to be the youngin What it take to be the only homie that they never count What it take to always have to find my way around the clout You could say i’m gpsin Cause i gotta push for something Look, i’m standing out What it take to be the youngin What it take to be the only homie that they never count What it take to always have to find my way around the clout You can say i’m gpsin Cause i gotta push for something {outro} Aye, cause i gotta push for something Aye, man, i gotta push for something Aye, cause i gotta push for something Aye, man, i gotta push for something Aye, cause i gotta push for something Aye, man, i gotta push for something Aye, cause i gotta push for something (aye, ya) Yea