Governor’s Ridge

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Boy, I came up from all the hand-me-downs Michael Phelps, I freestyle life and still I haven't drowned Swing like money, man, I'm tryna get that money now I ain't tryna flex I'm tryna hold my family down Yeah, yeah, I pray to God I get to see 'em grow See life real out in these streets, don't wanna lose my soul I just wanna be around 'til I'm like 84 And get up out the slum and move to 90210 Huh, yeah you know I been doubtin' all my dreams lately Speakin' out and workin' hard, seem like they been afraid of it Like my favorite T-shirt but I still wear it That's a revelation tellin' me I'm still caring I haven't heard you in a while, kinda like a parent Am I walkin' in Your path, guess the grace affair meant Gotta chase it with the juice, it's a strong drink A lot of voices in my head tellin' me what to think But what you thinkin' [Verse 2] I apologize to everyone I ever hurt Just understand it wasn't personal I went berserk The little things they only made the situation worse I know I can't get back the time more than any words But I promise that I'll never be the same again Maybe one day you and I we can go back to friends Back to basics back to talkin' bout the latest trends Back to vibin' over beats and kickin' back again Yeah that's right, Harlem Shakin' in the back of vans Switchin' color coordinations with the latest Tims Headin' back down to the south so we could make amends Cook up ten, turn to platinum hope that's how it ends If it doesn't man I'm cool we gon' be alright Ima see you in a minute on the other side I'm just living in this love walkin' in the light I just wanted you to know I flipped the pace for life It's for life, yuh [Verse 3] I was stuck inside the deepest depression, inside a cold room no light Holdin' my breath and I got nobody else to take my mind off of myself, I hate to be alone I mean I know it's bad for my health Hopin' that my fuse would run out, I felt you love and reach out Be my light shinin' then I felt you pull me right out Workin' on a sailor knot, baby call the cops Seein' astronauts, Listenin' to loops of Asher Roth [Outro] Thank God, thank God