$kee $lopes

Lyrics

[Verse] Uh I seen it all before Made mistakes and been through the pain But couldn't endure no more Been in the sun, been in the rain Don't want it to pour no more I'm taking a trip down memory lane So you can explore some more A bit of a sinner, but feel like a saint They thought it was simple, but really it ain't I just had a hell of a life My foot on the gas, ain't touching the brakes I'm pushing the pedal for life I really lost friends in the streets Couldn't catch wind in the heat Knew that I would make it this far They ain't really get here to see it They living through me I might look down, but my spirit is high Locked in like a felon, but never been Shit real, I just give you a vibe Dropped once and been prevalent ever since Clear skies, all my niggas is fly Birds flock, but the feathers ain't delicate Aim up for the stars aligned And take yours, I was never with settling Huh It's a fact I been focused I sat in the front, but they tried to put me in the back like I'm Rosa Oh, that's what they want? Been had drive and never asked for a chauffeur And I had to put my pride to the side like a strap in a holster When they tried to count me out I was cool, calm, relaxed my composure They see how I'm blacking now, countin' cheese I set traps up for rodents And I took a loss but I came back, more practice, I know shit The radiators was broke We had mice, had roaches And my mother had to work shifts Hallways full of piss It's like growing up in the trenches Certain kids around went missing Ain't no family-orientated dinners Couldn't step outside, no permission Living check to check to pay rent To avoid notes of eviction Where the cops come and knock doors On his third strike, got a sentence And my uncle keep getting high I got new shit, he would steal it I was young then, fuck forgiveness Couldn't see the cycle, had to switch it Set a blueprint to make a difference Now I'm on point like syringes But hold on Before you get the shit all wrong My mother raised me up and my pops came And we started to go along He showed me the things that I couldn't see in the hood I started to want more And bought you the mob, CYN, it's eight of us Like playing a four on four I ain't want a job, I became a CEO Put that on my scoreboard Couple niggas mad, know they wanna see me broke Oh, your little poor heart I jumped in the bag and went into beast mode And been tryna warn y'all When times was cold and felt like a ski slope I started to warm up I'm coming for all y'all niggas, what?