Lyrics RIP Young Simba - Oscar Lee , Kevin1100

No man should live life dreamin' without execution
Excellence invades souls to do this
Hard work, should not elude us
Instead become congruent
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha's gunna's music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from sages... we go through stages
Of development, skimming through scriptures and turning the pages
Every step taken carries heavyweight from yester year
And every victory felt, erodes doubts and fears
Let a monument of tattered plans
Be sunlight when clouds come and cover our lands
Many we know will never get to truly understand
How it feels to take flight and never truly land
Keep them in mind, as we travel to the highest heights
And if we use all of our might, we might just change a life... or two
We are the few that influence the many
We never had much
Quick to give away plenty
Let the goal be to give'em all something they'll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba

We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get up, get out, and get something... what are you waiting for?
And you already know I'm down to ride
And you already know I'm down to ride
And you already know I'm down to ride

Just like Old Jr. says, I just want to be great
Livin' to my fullest pulling strings till they straight
My daddy taught me well, and my mom is really great
So they're the reason why I'm steady tryna get this cake dawg
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
And when I'm throwin' concerts, ya'll better show up
And show out, for being the reason I pour up
'Cause when I pour out
I'm reminiscent of the ones that didn't make it
Like Lee Cannon, and Christian Davis
'Cause someday it's
Gonna be an obituary bearing all the faces that I've made since
I've... stepped into the scene in the Lord's good graces
Just an innocent little one from eighty-eight
Yes, it's my birthday
Circulate around the sun one more time and let the whole earth celebrate
My momma full of joy like her namesake
My daddy full of pride like a Disney tape
Made 4 years before ninety-eight
And a year before that, my little sister was born
But that's irrelevant; I still keep plenty reasons to believe in praying
Like hoping Uncle Bruh finds his way off this pavement
Hope my homies really take advantage of the ways that I'm pavin'
As I forever wade in, the Lord's good graces
While I'm drivin a rental cars from avis
Plotting out different ways to do shows in Vegas
And get bunch of haters that'll blame it all on Satan
As if my success, don't mean that I sucked less
And had to watch some friends walk while I elevated
It's not enough words to show what I've created
I'ma have to quit my job before this hits my boss's playlist
Crossing my fingers is just way to faithless
Crossing my fingers is just way to...
Superstitious, while all these other niggas is livin' fables
Chillin' at they crib flippin through basic cable
Telling all they homies that they grinding
I came to keep it real, this is more than just rhyming
Some people think they know me, but can't find me
A young nigga getting money, tell me why is that surprising?
So, if you got my number use it wisely, especially if you ain't got verizon
I took the day off to see the sunrise
Seen my parents dad's get old but they never died
They live inside as I walk around the sun one more time
And figure out a way to leave a little more space in between my rhymes

We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get up, get out, and get something... what are you waiting for?
And you already know I'm down to ride
And you already know I'm down to ride
And you already know I'm down to ride

Moment of silence for Tally, Walter, and Flo!
Cuz through my heritage, blessings are bestowed
And real family secrets will never be disclosed
So, I dedicate this hook to Viola Mayo dawg
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
Rhyan, it's happening
Phone blowing up, and all his homies want to rap with him
These chicks spit they mac to him
Tell Logan, we gon' make it, you can see it in my eyes
As I rise to the top, my team never surprised
And if I cop a dope chick, then it's no chicks on the side
Everything I touch turns gold, now that's pride
On this road to riches
I'll put my friends in positions
To ball and crossover bitches
And teach all my little cousins get money and duck switches
I won't stop until white women know my songs better than I do
And I'm hyping up a caravan of killas totin' rifles
I pray I never eat a word when they give me titles
Young kids with no future prolly see me as they idol
When I pull up to the curb, I let my jeep do that
Saying nothing but some words, they like how he do that
Looking mighty fly like when an eagle flap
Rapping and living life, like a real regal cat
So gon' head and scream
Throw up all your hands
Ladies grab your man, and show him how you dance
Celebrate your youth like we live in Neverland
We just want to be fly for a while
Like a single engine Cessna
Gliding back from the Netherlands
Living in our prime as if no other way is relevant
Knowing I'd be big since I was small like an elephant
With bass in my trunk, these analogies are relevant
Where will I be when forever finds me?
When it's niggas growing horns while I'm trying on wings
Staring in the mirror at a naked human being
Praising the heavens for blessing him with this length
And the size of my gonads... no broke back
But I find my family jewels are real immaculate
Somebody better tell my girlfriend that she can thank my dad
And both my granddads for this nice black packaging
I hope she stay with me when this shit start happening
Told my whole crew, real rap is comin' back again
I got shit I gotta do, if I don't I'll die too soon
So many fine women how am I to choose
When a nigga in his prime, he ain't scared to lose
When a nigga in his prime, he ain't scared to lose