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feat. Skonie
Produced By 14KT
[Intro: Elzhi]
Damn, thatâs how itâs gonâ be
Just gotta do it all myself
Fuck that Imma do it my way then
[Verse: Elzhi]
I told my moms one day that Iâll become known
Over any track Iâd get dumb on even if itâs a drum and a trombone
How could Iâve lost it when Iâm inspired
Then keep excuses sounding tired and possibilities exhausted
To everything thatâs working out for me
But donât read me up and down and think you know my story
Cuz even when it was written for me to be poor it wasnât written poorly
Getting tested by dropouts and old schools who sit and score me
High grades of weed who was willing to die paid
While I stayed harpinâ over how I sharpen my blade
By trade tryinâ to snatch a dream out a nightmare
Reality out a dream even though it seem Iâm right where
I seen myself when I was dreaming
I'm supposed to be shopping at Neiman Marcus
And sheddin' light on my darkest demon
After I realized that everything would go fine
I saw it happen without a co-sign
So they could say I been slumminâ
And throw shots at my income
But when I drop holler âincominââ
From the explosion that my pen summon
Itâs mind-blowing yet Iâm sick of going through life
With a knife in my spine showinâ
With everyone whoâs talking from behind knowinâ
So I canât miss my shot like Shyne Po and
Rondoâin so watch the dime go in
Till Iâm raking in cash and cutting through a snake in the grass
Lawn mowing
Slit his tongue for trying to spill venom
The wisest soldier knows Iâll fold your clothes
While you're still in âem
Till Iâm swimminâ in women between the coast line
Know what happened without a co-sign
Iâm from the D
Where your window face a deprived view
They jacked you in the drive-thru
While you order a number 3
Buildings dilapidated dreams of putting your city on the map deflated
Some died over beef that was rap-related
And I know how it feels to think you living in a bubble
Canât double your dividends
Youâre likely giving into trouble
I grew up where we wasnât fed well
Bodies with a dead smell
They moved birds like a bread trail
Now itâs a bag from they knapsack
With prices on they head
And I ainât talking bout the tag on they snapback
Thank God I never injected or sniffed a nose line
I did it all without a co-sign
Keep telling yourself that El
You stumblin' on the right path
Eventually you get there
[Outro: Skonie]
I may not fly to the finish line
But Iâll be there in time
Cruisin' the mile in my old school style
Detroit red in my mind
No street lights no signs
I donât need co-signs
Cuz I donât see I donât see I donât need co-signs
I donât need co-signs