Zen - Poetry Lounge lyrics

[Intro: Chubby Jag] Zen beats Yeah, Woo Chubby Y'all know what it is, Hah Uh Welcome to Scattered Thoughts Yup We gon' go in tonight I got that same grizz as young we was having Chubby [Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Feel like I'm in a movie, with no cast All alone, just a blunt and a broke a** Like I'm playing in the Super Bowl, no pa** Wonder how my life would a been with no Ca** Wonder if I still could a did it without a brain Wonder if I would been balling without a gang How I managed to keep it polished without a stain Wonder if I'd be in this p**y without a chain I lost my Dad, my twin brother, my closet Granny That's why I act like the King, n***as supposed to fear me Yeah I'm a salesmen, even if the dope is bogus I can still make it disappear, Hocus Pocus Swear, I just want the chance to say I'm on Lord Just want the chance to feel stingy, am I wrong Lord Yeah I been calling, I hope you pick up the phone Lord I try to make it, but sh** been hard since I'm grown Lord I used to think that I could do it on my own Lord I mean my Granny had my back, but now she gone Lord I came to grips, I won't sign if I get the deal Just do this real n***a sh**, homes spit the real And I guess I'm eating for nights that I skipped the meal I feel it's just to early to go, who gon' split the real Weed, pills, drank lean, anything to get me stoned But never sell my soul, I won't do anything to get me on I just lost somebody close, wishing he could hear me homes Pour a little liquor out, two times, cause Whitney gone Yeah one day, I could be rolling Like Gun Play, I'll see a n***a someday Yeah, you see the smoke in my hot now They ask me if I'm going to quit, I tell 'em not now Should be a millionaire with all the sh** I jot down Always keep it strapped, cause some of my n***as did done shot down Had to leave my city to get on, I feel like 'Bron 'Bron Stay with that machine gun, Bad Boy, Sean John I swear I'll never leave this game, gotta marry me in Living the dream, n' I'm balling, I'm Jeremy Lin Chubby, so if you feel it you know what he down I'm kinda lost, bad b**hes been showing me 'round This my the heart home, this is how poetry sound Yeah this is all me, this is my Poetry Lounge [Interlude: Chubby Jag] Haha I know this the part where I'm supposed to stop and all that And end the song, you know Pu-Hah Welcome to Scattered Thoughts We going in baby, yeah This sh** don't stop, this just the beginning We in here homes West side n***a, the real west side [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] They told me that I'd been spazzing, I'm over reckless Labels tryna bag dumby ho, show the exit b**hes don't even know my name, but they know the necklace I'm used to riding with an L, like a drove a Lexus The critics gon' say he weird, trust me, he just fly Remember nights crying, praying to him, Jesus why He talked back to me, told me you gon' be the best And I believe him cause I never heard my Jesus lie I say Amen, got me Meek Mill'n Terrell told me I'm going to pop if I keep k**ing Biggie said it first, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems It seem the more money I make, n***as keep billing I need a deal for a deal, that's how rap do it I used to steal for a mill', won't go back for it I fell of for a second, I'm back to it I know my old friends hate to see this cat do it I'm in the E cla**, diamonds, that shiny sh** They say I'm flaming, home mach ten, ninety-six I guess it's time for me to pay, I've been giving my dues I mean how dare a n***a talk to me like he live in my shoes That mean you the one they look at when they cremate That mean losing friends and family at a teenage That mean junior high you walking with the chrome n***a And getting jumped just for chilling with the wrong n***as N' lose your house, and you sleeping in a motel Two beds, six people, n***as like, "Oh well" That mean your Momma disappointed and she looking down Cause you ain't got a high school diploma, and you pushing pounds That mean you ain't nothing like me, I spit the real I talked to Wifey, it'd change when I get the deal I write my best at the beach, I'm at here at the pier Snapped since '09, I just hope this year is the year I mean I want it so bad that I could k** a n***a Feeling here, pop homes, I just hope she feel a n***a Smoke like a weed store, I'm in the labels like LeBron With his ring, yelling "I'ma need more" n***a with a banquet, family I precede for Young boys that never had a way, who I should see it for I used to dream with n***as signing with the rock Never thought I'd be hustling, n***as grinding with the block I remember going straight to the booth from the corner With the crank in my pocket, now I'm rhyming with the rock, get me Now I'm vet, I ain't worried 'bout the rookie years Do it for Mom, cause she the one that f**ing put me hear Still spitting bars though, cause that's the sh** that took me here Bad b**h gotta a vagina, shining like a p**y pierce You take shots, and you peel, n***as peel back We only know that real, real sh**, this is real rap