Intro:

If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
(You no hear me yet?)
(Hear me live and direct)
(Walk with your tap)

Yeah Shout-out to my n***a BOB you know
That's based on belief that's what I call him
It's the introduction to house 6
Ya
Still the boy tho
Yeah
Listen

Verse 1:

See I'm just trynna fight temptations every single day
I'm really sorry if I've made you feel sometyppa way
But if you hear this on your radio you should pay attention
Far from perfection that's the reason why I have to deal with depression, mistakes and complications
Steady on my grind ma n***a no time for distractions
Praying for my future I just wanna be successful
So once upon a Time you gonna say congratulations
Yeah

I spend sometimes alone when I'm in my zone
Constantly thinking about how to make my house a home
They always tell me that the money don't bring happiness
It's prolly true but still a n***a gotta get the bread
She said she doesn't want my love that it's all in vain
And so she played the relationship like sometyppa game
But baby what a shame
There's alot you coulda gained
Now am in this plane
Popping bottles and making it rain
Woo
I know you n***as catching feelings
I'm on another level I must say the shit is thrilling
All these n***as hating on another cuz he triving
But I know they jealous cuz they know that he ain't slacking
Uh
I'm on a lingerie flow this ain't Victoria's secret
I told Victoria my secret but then she never kept it
But if she wanna take a trip I'll take her to my district
Damn
Still on my levels like my n***a Wispy

Verse 2:
Now we got alotta crimes going on in the streets
And that's the reason why some n***as barely even do sleep
Some of the n***as tolerate but others misinterprete
Metal slugs flying thru and then it's bad news
Hope that I would be a star
Swerving with a Cedes them exotic cars
Pulled up by the bank with a bullion Van
All my n***as keep doing the money dance
I'm the type to see the beauty even with the scars
My flows on crack they as high as clouds
On my bed at 11 when I wrote my Barz
So if it's time to choose the best then I'm the chosen one
See we all gotta choose our paths someday
I told my family I make em proud one-day
Things ain't the way that they seem these days
Lotta false Prophets in the scene these days
But I just pray to be safe
Boy

Outro:

Come some more into my sight...


Yeah
I got Alfred and J.Y my crew right behind me
Been thru alotta shit but we gon make it to the paper
And last things last you should know that I ain't a rapper
Before you ask me questions think it's time I close the chapter still
I'm the one and I'm great
N***a stop acting hateful
11pm with the Barz and you know who
The Boy