Lyrics WISH I KNEW - Grant $need

Seems I got all these friends in all the wrong places
Ever since summer died I got more complacent
Demons and backwoods is all a nigga facing
I ain't made a milli yet and that's all a nigga chasing
Bought out the whole block now my momma live adjacent
Deal with the pressure the other option is to cave in
Neighborhood hero the reception I get amazing
Found me a family found some people that's worth embracing
Approaching the life the future got my heart and mind racing
I'm far from a savior but still found my way to some praising
Outta all the fake niggas the real is still remaining
All this money but no love what is you really gaining
I need me another life outside of entertaining
Can't fuck with me talent wise and all I know is training
More unhealthy alibis for why I'm not creating
A date with my destiny I know what's been awaiting
I wonder how life will be when all my niggas pop
I done lost me some best friends I done seen some niggas shot
I remember the phone calls and how my heart had dropped
Dreams of sending out headshots to every dirty opp
Wish my brother cooperated with all those dirty cops
Got an early release date guess we ended up on top
I regret all the conversations and times that we had fought
Been extending my best foot I'll progress without a thought
Nothing easy in this life you just gotta play the game
I done dealt with the scrutiny I done dealt with all the pain
I done dealt with some fuck niggas but left 'em all in shame
I done had me some good women that never leave my brain
Hard to deal with my anger I done thought 'bout leavin' a stain
It's been harder to reminisce it's time to leave memory lane
Been surrounded by dark thoughts every chapter been insane
Would you leave when the ball drops or stay just 'cause of fame
I been harder to contact they hate it when I'm ghost
Gettin' tired of strange niggas they always do the most
Worldwide
Tour comin' we'll take it coast to coast
Murder murder on every beat put the city in a choke
Lotta days and lotta nights me my niggas we was broke
Lotta times I felt the doubt now it's murder all she wrote
All gas, no breaks it's nothin' but free smoke
One task, one chase to give the streets hope
A question is a pursuit
An invitation to envision and explore a series of possibilities
To struggle and empathize and doubt and believe
The question moves
Whereas our sense of what an answer is can often be
STATIC
A stopping point
And now...
Welcome.
To an accumulation of music years in the making.
An album by Grant $need.
Relax
And enjoy the show.
Goodbye.