My nigga waiting on draft day
Hoping shit will change
I'm so sick of being last place
Maneuvered through the range
I been putting on the same face
Pertaining to the stains
I just pour up
Never had a hand
But quick to give it
Why I show love
Like why I show love
Never had a hand
But quick to give it
Why I show love
Like why I show love
Never had a hand
But quick to give it
Why I show love
I like black timbs and black hoodies
Dodge hoes with good footing
Bigger than the foes that's speaking on me
While up I'm looking
At the cityscape
Just thinking about my fucking fate
Need them all to know my name
I can't go back to empty plates
So shit I'm caught up in fragrances
They fill my lungs
Forever grieving
I pray that when my sentence end
They say I left with
Grace and meaning
Yea I said I hope I left with grace and meaning
My nigga
I said I hope I left with grace and meaning
I said I hope I left with, yea
In my city its like, like
Is you rapping or you hooping
Only way to circumvent
Unless you up and move that pack
Bro had that sack that had that stench
Shit I'm trying to get some plaques
Next to my name
And make a dent
In all the pain we went through
That's why I'm bleeding through these instrumentals
Yea
That's why I'm bleeding through these instrumentals