Composure Pt. 2

[Verse 1]
Niggas halfway through their 30s use my life as a reference
Long as the family together, fuck a online presence
It's Surf Club, HS87
FL Studio still my choice of weapon
Double gave me a nine when life gave me lessons
In the field like Arian when he played with the Texans
Long greyhound bus rides to Texas
Taught me the most about reverence, how the man don't respect us
Another nigga on display
Paying for pops being away still fucking with me today
Collect calls coming in again, the never ending story
Of a Denver Lane Blood gang member in his glory
Niggas think its sweet 'cause I got nominations and some Grammys
Trying hard to sleep through the turbulent landings
Put time on the phone so I can speak to my daddy
When they knocked him again, I shed tears in Miami
Puff bought me a trap phone, Hov on email
Visiting the jail felt like I was visiting Hell
They thought I came up, I'm barely tipping the scale
Niggas wishing I fall instead of wishing me well
Appreciation turn to expectations
Sometimes you gotta X 'em out without the explanation
What's the over/under? They label me underrated
I had to bet on myself, spent a weekend in Vegas
Life hard but you learn to love it
Pain and hardships will make a grown man cry in public
If I care about you enough then I'ma shoot you some game
It's up to you what you do with it, OG told me the same
Yeah, see
If I care about you enough then I'ma shoot you some game
It's up to you what you do with it, OG told me the same

[Chorus]
Keep your composure
Keep your composure
Would I lie to you? No
Keep your composure at all times
If I care about you enough then I'ma shoot you some game
It's up to you what you do with it, OG told me the same

[Verse 2]
It's times I wonder why God gave me this path
I reminisce on my past, the questions I never asked
The stories I never told, concepts you wouldn't grasp
I'm a titan in this movie, this the part where I clash
Before my reign, it rained on me, I let a lot slide
Dealt with my own false pride, deals I should've not signed
I'm up early in the morning on the top side
Thinking about my last talk with 'Ye
And how he told me to my face he tried to hold me back
But I broke through all the barriers, I don't collapse
It's kinda like when the bridge is up in Miami
You gotta wait it out for real to see who really your family
And I ain't mad, I'm way outta that old space
Just telling y'all the spoils of being young, Black and loyal
One day you might have the power to change the whole game
They try to cut off your lights when you illuminate
It be less people around when the well drying
2017, I was laid out on the floor crying
My account had read that I had zero dollars
I felt like Anthony Hopkins, I had to find solace
No one to back me up, shit wasn't adding up
Looked at the clock, it read fifteen after one
And from that moment, I felt like I really was the one
Sometimes you gotta lose it all to get it back in something

[Chorus]
Keep your composure
Would I lie to you?
Surf or Drown
You either gon' fold
Or you gon' go for this shit
Ain't no way around it
Keep your composure

[Outro: DJ Greg Street]
Hit-Boy! Another One
Greg Street's question of the day
You have three choices:
Are you gonna be a doer, a spectator, or you gonna be a talker?
Now, the talkers, talk about what the doers are doing, and the spectators just watch
Which one are you gonna be?