This type of vibe ensures that I'm alive Got to be that to rep those that died Only one color I ain't picking no sides But it happened to be the same one as my slides Who rides the beat, no better Love in the rain can't get no wetter Get mo' cheddar up mo levels Wake up feeling like My soul got a bezel Cause I'm in place Of my own When I didn't have one I was already grown Failed out of college Grandma wouldn't take me In so I needed hospitality Of a shorty that I liked and some friends that I had Every dorm room in the extra bed So enormous all the shame so sad Then I went and lost a man who was like my dad The only one who could help Poor middle class ain't have no wealth No bootstraps cause the string been cut No SSI no more what luck when i turned 18 i moved out my house $927 a month no doubt the youngest of my mother had to watch her just suffer and that cancer was the killer, no face that smothered my dream of her seeing me prosper and i still struggle to see life proper but im still wanting to be a beats doctor cure for the ill, tap into subconscious she used to write songs and i write them too we both water signs and we like them too fighting for my heart didn't take kung fu but a couple solid bricks turned breakable and na she didnt make no fool but i had to learn to think beside my tool so its fuck them yes thats rude but you would say that too if you knew what i knew and if you know what i know i am unchallenged when it come to the flow and its hot lava if you talkin bout the flo' you ain't got a place to go then you just gone smoke