grindstone

Brandon! He just left again? (This way) Come here, come here I'm the best rapper ever, listen to this Yeah I claim I'm quittin', it's been too many tomorrows Too many withdrawals, my jewelry worth a car note I still ain't got a car though, a conscious nigga sorrow Too smart to have to borrow, the parchment paper balled, thrown Get rid of it and start over, what's written in the stars Become the emptiness to draw home, my scribblin' a bar code My innocence get all sold, my inner wisdom also Pretendin' that my gall grown, I still feel pretty small though My siblings in my heart home, I'm livin', missin' calls though I split it so her heart cold, she lift me by a long rope And pick it like guitar notes, I'm sickened, but it's all owed I'm stickin' to the motto, I'm switchin' through some models They lick me through a blindfold, the mirror show a side Only my sister and my mom know, a 15 split with Sideshow A swig of Reposado, I'm chipper than a lawnmower I'm chippin', tiltin' off focus, this ship in launch mode I'm sittin' at the console, I drifted, liftin' off, woke up I figured it was all over, I swear I felt you in my arms It isn't in the cards though, I'm finna let that thought go A pill to fantasize on, a wrist for pressin' pause on I'm spinnin' with the wash load, a penance, then I'm knocked cold A glimpse of granny grinnin' in my kitchen, then it's all gone Lifted, tryna enter in her digits, this the wrong phone Pinned to this pittance without anyone to call on I wish I hit the lotto Pretend I'm friends with God, through all my wins, He equalize on Swimmin' in the odds, nobody's fittin' my assigned soul Just look into these eyes, yellow by liquor, and my cries choked Switchin' through the time zones and livin' on the grindstone Bitch-ass nigga, yeah I wish I hit the lotto Pretend I'm friends with God, through all my wins, He equalize on Livin' on the grindstone Yeah, alright, let me hear that