Round 2

Lyrics

[Intro: Woman] They say you are what you eat And music is kind of food for the soul So I believe what you listen to also can tell a bit about who you are [Verse 1] We do it to do it but homie whatever you do Keep it a hundred, doing nothin' unless it's cool Beats of machine in my freshman bag And I'm in it to win it with my freshman swag I'm a senior, dreamer, believer I'll be the brother that you know but I promise you'll never see Really, oh really you ever see me with a clean cut I surprised these guys coming to clean up I'm looking clean, what, listening to CH Hammerson made me a family I could relate Pull out of the way, brothers swear they behave Brother was in [?] but poetry was my escape Yeah, I'm in a great place Let a hater hate when they anticipating my next tapes Something like a [?] with domes missing my head, ay Something like a pistol, cock back and I'm ready [Verse 2] Young and on the move Preaching the preachers whether they're Christian, Muslim or Jew Rocking the mic cause it's on the block And honestly got a problem you Better build up [?] for me my friend Well let me tell you 'bout my life I'm a [?], rob a brother that take my rights If I want it I cop it cause I'm a goddamn [?] How I gotta be sleeping to say I goddamn dream Cause I'm young, broke, psycho My bio don't lie though Leave the show in Texas Connect a flight in Ohio Hopping up in Lewis My nigga I really do this Take them to the downtown area where the shooters be It's new to me Really, it's foolery how they viewing me Be with or believe me And tell me just what you see in me Bars [???], dropping my momma's car It's truth, so state your [?], I take it to round two