Lyrics Train of Thought III - conscience

There ain′t never been a time, where I wasn't on my grind
Money on my mind, thats the way I been designed
Lord knows I ain′t lyin, when I say that I tried
Not to focus on the money but I need it to survive

Need a lil' for my ma, or for her to find a job
A lil' for my pops just to quit his 9 to 5
A lil′ for my wife, and she never give a shot
But a lil′ for my wrist and if you wanna know why

Mama used to tap on my wrist in the isle
For the tap on my wrist in isle
Take a look back, who they laughin at now
See the same lame bitches with they both hands out

Cashapp in they bio, with they whole ass out
When I conquered all my demons where the battle at now
Did another round, all xanned out
So before you judge me, set the gavel back down

On god I changed! Yall been the same
Wanna see me do good? Never see me do great, man
All yall fake, fuck up out the way
But I'm still gon′? Gotta ball anyway

Fame color my name, lotta love, lotta hate
Either way there's a whole lotta money in the bank
′Lot on my plate, but before I get a taste
I'ma make sure everybody get a piece of the steak

Yeah, I grew up on that bullshit
It was slangin′, told me always keep a full clip
I wish they would pay me, man this was so confusin'
They want nothing to do with it, fellas on the block

Come and run me for my shoes, I'ma come in with my socks
To my room, mama told me, "Stop!"
"How the hell′d you get that bruise?"
Said I fell off on my bike, but she knew it ain′t the truth

I had sense, but my friends only had it for a busride
I went under table gunslide, I was uptight
Couldn't even hit the pump by
Shit, I was like, "What not?"
Now they all hit my line cause they know this shit really my job
A ciroc and the dough, she a scholar with the dome
When she say my pipe by, so it′s fire in the hole

I'ma pull up one day in a Chevy Impala
On a sunday, said the dick in yo mama
Came a long way, ...
Haters gon′ hate when they see I'm unbothered

My neck chained up like a fuckin′ rottweiler
I ain't trippin' no top
Never laid, up another day another dollar
We goin′ straight up (Someone got problems)

Promise you don′t really want it with me
Especially if you over 35, I'll take your throttle with me
23′6 figures, and no college degree
Like you're still calling me a wannabe

Without a single part of me is like I agree
Because I′m everything you wanna be
Try to? Best believe, I provide the heat
Ain't nobody stoppin′ me, I'm mean, no apologies

I'm boutta? Some part of me I′m boutta
So how the fuck you gon′ fuck with me, then fuck with my tree?
I don't fuck with you, bitch, you ain′t talking to me
So better hop up on the trampoline, when I hit the scene, bounce!

'Cause I make it seize on my dingaling now
Big puller, still way up in the little leagues child
You ain′t fuckin' with me then, but you fuckin′ with me now