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[Intro: Caleborate] Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Caleborate] I could feel the sin in my lungs, the magic in my skin The weight on my heart, the flame on my pen The chip on my shoulder that's stackin' on ten The blunt in my hand helpin' me run from my friends Oh, you got a problem? That shit happens often Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting Then I got haters actin' like there ain't shit in they closet Well since we here talkin', I'ma empty mine out Let's visit my house, no words really spoke Just me and auntie workin' to dig ourselves outta holes I wake up every day and roll what I got left And if I'm all out, I know there's some on her shelf I know that's fuckin' low, but fuckin' low is where I'm dwellin' I gotta make it now, 'cause if I don't, there's no tellin' I was twenty-four and still sleepin' on floors Sneakin' girls in, still peekin' through doors They say I'm slated to make it, that's not on this bank statement But I never even hear them, real men stay patient I been here five years, grindin' harder than you think, man So if pullin' me down is even close to what you thinkin' Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in I'm gon' stay forever, you the one that's gon' be leavin' I'm gon' be heatin' up and you the one that's gon' be steamin' I realize when I wake my peace of mind might be in danger I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren't strangers I feel they energy, they judging me for claiming Berkeley But it meant to me what Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at Shout out to all the ones that show me love at all the cookouts KTR forever, man, y'all know who you are, one love, yeah [Chorus: Caleborate] And shout out to the ones that accept me for me And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Ayy, shout out to the ones that accept me for me And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me Yeah ('Round me, yeah) [Verse 2: Kota the Friend & Caleborate] Godspeed to the women that I fucked with Grand rising to the only one that I lay up with She in love with me and she don't care about no money My family say gold digging, I just think it's funny 'Cause she the only one that ever understood I am a museum, she just come and look, I am like a library She just came to read, she don't judge the books I be overseas, we be hella shook I be out for weeks at a time now Weeks turn months from apartment to a duplex New day, new stress Thinkin' 'bout the past when everything was bad Got a baby on the way, a pregnant women on my ass 'Bout the feelings I don't have and the bag I don't got yet Felt like I was fuckin' up a few lives trapped in my mama crib Baby, baby mama, I was out of it Workin' out the basement, glad I made it out of there I could move a mountain if I want to I could make somebody dreams come true I approach the struggle like it's nothin' new I lit up the tunnel, I take Kota in the rain and we be dancin' in the puddles and he love me like a fool He taught me what is love, feel like I could never lose even when this shit is rough Got a woman and she's strong, and if we have a daughter I ain't worryin' at all I know she gon' be a queen 'cause she followin' her mom (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Caleborate] Ayy, shout out to the ones that accept me for me Shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) So shout out to the ones that accept me for me And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me Yeah, yeah