[Intro] :
You see it was never about proving ‘em wrong
But more you saw about proving me right
I’m just trying to get you something to remember


[Verse 1] :
No daddy present just further time
Single mom she beat it and gave my father time
So clearly that cutted our son and father time
I end up doin’ 4 while they gave me and my father time
Is it certain shit that you don’t leave the chance
And my shoulders, yeah my name dawg you wouldn’t believe the chance
The apple ain’t fall far from the tree, but if you ask me that shit ain’t even leave the branch
Ain't dropped one tear when my pop stepped off
Name a project that I dropped that was not slept off
West Coast n***a pickin’ up where Pac left off (West Side !)
Bulletproof dream like the singer [ ??]
Underground kings shit I’m bombin’
Old school, glass out you know whips that bumping
West Side, you got a problem with the boy that comes in
Been shittin’ on ‘em wait but I ain’t dumping
Now I’m hungry on some hobo shit n***as starving for change
I’m here, in my city creating, curving my lane
Inspiring n***as, leaving my mark part of it might stayin’
When you go from prison to this I mean shit it is hard to complain
The way it used to be ? Heavy but I’m just liftin’ now
N***as used to be [??] looking like pimpin' now
You should peep the cars we whippin' round
Driving once then be over them shits Blake Griffin style
[Hook] x2 :

Layin' on the bed with my eyes closed
Going out my mind I'm trying to find hold
Round the same time is when God spoked
I listened with my heart and off came the blindfold
This that, that gospel
This that, this that, that gospel
This that, this that

[Verse 2] :

My clock is the moon and the sun
Active schedule, I can barely make rule for my son
I think when you hate on other success it don't usually come
It's crazy the credit you own, once your movin' is done (Check)
Move in silence let your words speaks, don't blow your leverage
You'll never know [??] untill they roll the credits
Known for great shit I do on tracks to be a gold mailers
Last time shit fell in the place I was control attenders
Compliments from these snake n***as, you (co)ld (bra)
This got that Friday Night Lights feel for cold bro'
E-mails remain anons like : " You cold bro' "
Or chicks that look like Aaliyah sayin' come over
Girls going crazy at the show like I'm a Jonas
Who really young with money shit I could own up
But they say the most shit we own, is what own us
Before them blessings came down, praise's going up
[Hook] x2 :

Layin' on the bed with my eyes closed (Going up)
Going out my mind I'm trying to find hold (Going up)
Round the same time is when God spoked
I listened with my heart and off came the blindfold
This that, that gospel
This that, this that, that gospel
This that, this that