No Pastor, Just Truth

Kept grinding in the cold nights Fighting through the hard times we gon make it through just Matter of time Gon make it no need to commit a crime Dream big like the ocean ain't no time for bullshit Eyes focus on the ps instead No time to be wasted Move momzy outta the hood thats what we called gangster I tell u what's right but I ain’t pastor I tell u what's right but I ain’t pastor So many times I lost faith but I never gave up So many times I fall but I always stood up Kept grinding in the cold nights, fighting through the pain, seen pain in my brother’s eyes, still he never cried We just mask it with silence, let the trauma slide I don’t vent to the world, I just write and glide Every setback’s a lesson, every loss got pride I was broke, now I’m building with electrician hands From the pitch to the plug, I got tactical plans Momzy still praying, I’m still making amends I don’t need fake friends, I just need real ends Aura calm, but my mind loud I move like Cubarsí—never chase the crowd Legacy coded in the way I foul Protect the team, even if I take the yellow now seen envy in the eyes of the ones I fed But I never switched lanes, I just moved ahead Kept my circle tight, loyalty over bread I’d rather starve with the real than feast with the dead I don’t flex for the ‘Gram, I just flex in my mind Every win I collect, I engrave in time I don’t need no applause, just peace in the ends And a router that don’t lag when I’m schooling my friends I’m the calm in the chaos, the foul with intent I protect what I love, even if I get sent I write pain in my diary, coded in slang Every setback I face gets flipped into a plan