You looking like a late night wet dreams is what I really mean/ I’m trynna peek inside those jeans and see the unseen/ forgive me if my patience is short and running thin/ my hearts in a relay with you and you can run with it/ please handle it with care and never punish it/ I’ll put you in the castle on the hill fully furnish it/ for you I put my heart on the line and put the work in/ when it comes to satisfying you I’m putting work in/ How you do all you can seem like you still can’t make it/ mamma in the kitchen whipping up mash potatoes and lil bit of gravy/ counting all the days and hours just to Friday/ Got me dreaming of the sleep in, getting ready for the weekend/ through the blinds I can see the sun peeking in/ on the TV another story of another brother leaving us/ it’s like things from your last start creeping up/ so you try and run to the future but it’s speeding up/ like I’m in a race with time but it’s leaving up/ what’s left is the drive inside that’s leading up/ gotta hold it down for the fam cuz they needing us/ the only ones standing around that believe in us/ people don’t wanna talk about racism and how it’s treating up/ when they see the shit in plain sight violence is heating up/ so I gotta focus my energy yeah I’m concentrating/ to get a leg up on these Niggas like it’s amputated/ and I ain’t got time for the game no automation/ I’ll out a price tag on your head like an auto nation/ Hats off to my family and all of my Hats off to my family and all of my inhabitants/ I’m sorry for all the bad habits I was harboring/ but honing this habit of rapping has now got me prospering/ feels for the people that’s didn’t have a pot to piss in/ appreciating for the struggle and everything that’s we been though/ sympathy’s like a Payless trying in other peoples shoes/ opportunities like playing chess gotta make the smartest moves/ and validation needs verification always something to prove/ feel like I’m always on the horn cuz I need these issues to move/ and how do you know the way out of you never been through/. BREAK IN SONG VERSE: Niggas know I’m hot on your ass I’m in your helix/ so I did like sprite had to hit em with the remix/ niggas be signing contracts before they even read it/ and can’t figure out why they damn pockets bleeding/ starving trynna get a ride liking like a damn clown/ or just like young joc driving an Uber around/ I’m cool as an island breeze why would I let you stress the best/ fuck around and find out like a damn pregnancy test/ when you do thing differs you gonna have plenty hater/ mess around and get left in the street like construction delineator’s/ it’s never wise to come out of Pocket, And you pulling rank/ talk tough but never product like you shorting blanks/ when these niggas start slipping up you better watch it/ I got time in my hands like a nigga wearing 2 watches/ you gotta bulletproof the whip pushing the boss ride/ they was watching from the court side I watching on the morgue side/ they say life is short but everybody wanna live long/ niggas is fighting over scraps like dogs in a milk bone/ in pursuit of happiness/ what you hearing it my passion kid/ yes I’m passionate these lyrics skills I’m crafting it/ so I gotta make it straight to the top I’m not stopping honey/ i remember when food stamps looked like monopoly money/ my mothers soft voice in my ear was sweet like honey/ I struggled so I never laugh at other cuz I don’t think it’s funny/ I remember riding my first bike for the first time/ I fell out my mom was cleaning my cuts with peroxide/ looking in my eyes saying baby you gonna be alright/ they she held my hand and squeezed it tight/ family what’s we have in this world that’s the truest/ what else in this world has a stronger influence/ pressure start building up we all going through it/ the struggle made us stronger it was something like a blue print/ another day and other dollar they was always saying that/ I watched people borrow that never pay it back/ a bag of excuses, Twix are for kids/ the red dot is for the aim so you don’t miss/ puetorican shorties in the stoop drink 40’s/ talking in Spanish gottta a boy dropping the hammer/ fast cars and money that’s what you call street dreams / it comes with paying your dues just to get seen/ cutting the heads off these snakes like a gillotenion/ pissy elevators and people buzzing the building/ bubble coats in the winter protect you from the chill son/ this track just sparked a flame give you the best of me/ Brooklyn in the house Nigga Forever NYC.. END OF TRACK