Gospel

VERSE 1
I learned to sniff out the bullshit like a hound boy
Mama told me to keep them heels on the ground boy
And when you get your shot you better go to town boy
Cause life ain't ever black and white if you a brown boy
So I take my headstrong, my working class grouping
My dialect, Tarantino's in the hood shooting
I dot my i's, attitude like do or die
No Sushi ass nigga I got big fish to fry
We still be guilty way before the plea
Cause there ain't nothing promised for an IC3
And I see, limited routes to get the queens
So it's less I have a dream, more by any means
Tell me what's a young nigga to do
Out here tryna get that honey like, Winnie the Pooh
So we do not snooze, and we dare not lose
Till the day we make the paper
And I ain't talking front page news and that's gospel

VERSE 2
I'm the, Young Lord elect
Tryna make the real and the dreams connect
Paid dues earned respect, I go hard keep my foot at they neck
Mainstream money, fuck those reality cheques
I had negligible pounds, but my sound had em all bound
I voyaged like captain cook, 'til I broke new ground
Then it's shift gears, foot on the clutch to get money cause
Luthor Vandross said its never too much
Until I see that decimal 6 zeros to the figure
Ima be a hungry 6 ft 2 nigga, no pawns on my board
Only kings with weight, and we don't fuck with them knights
Cause they never move straight
Big dreams to dream, I rewrote my fate, did it well done
Mediums rare for what's at steak
We take no days off or pull a sicky
Coming for that throne sittin prettier than Ricky that's gospel

VERSE 3
I came from a place of guts and glory, far from Ballimory
Where they tell tall tales like it's fiction, true story
That got me chasing all the trappings all the winnings
So when we finally eat ima order all the trimmings
My mother told me education was the right guard to
Shield me from the devil but I wasn't too sure
So I be running the streets with my brothers wasn't watching Nickelodeon when Marcus Houston was still immature
Now I’m Braving this cold world, wrapped like an Inuit
They sold me dreams I couldn't afford but still bought into it
Lessons learned, scars earned, couple of bridges burned
But the losses set me straight like black ladies hair perms
So I impeach you to reach, although I lost some of my faith
I kept my beliefs, so fuck a piece, I'll take it all, no less
All the time, no rest, they were skeptical before but now they know?
Oh yes and that's gospel