Lyrics Spontaneous Healing - Tracy Lamont

Bet I check every box on my checklist
For everyday that I struggled to get the message
For every soul that wan be bold but second guessing
This the truth
I'm living proof of overcoming traumas
Taught wrong
But go along because we love our mamas
Then be mad in front a judge
Giving out our dollars
Or getting time
Cuz a gavel from good ole your honor
He gone send some nigguhs witchu
All on yo honor
Yea
So tell me what you really want
Smoking big weed on the free
Bumping Nipsey
Only real nigguhs with me
When I'm tipsy
Money fly in
Frisbee
This a 10 speed
If a nigguh feeling frisky
She gone frisk me
But not before I get busy
Handle biz see
With the bullshit you missed me
Might be the new guy
Like Dizzy Gillespie
But you just a broke dick
With Dior and Giuseppe
I do what I have to
Not what they let me
Imma kill em all through the pain
Thats a aspirin
Aspiring rap G-O-D
My lady saying quit being low-key

Tell me what you really bout
Working hard long after I make em all scream and shout
Cuz this what I really do
All yo nigguhs steam and pout
Imma put up a bag plus time
Fuck a motor mouth
Yo engine still stalling
The money still calling
I dialed up my truth
Can't get her off the line
I gotta live with it
Now-a-days that's looking fine
If you ain't putting in no work
How you expect to shine
If ion know a fucking thing
I know it's always been my time
Cuz what you doing in the shadows
Affect the light when it's lime
Stopped dancing with my demons
Cuz they always out of line
I can't tell you bout no Ki's
But I can still open doors
I can't swim for you
But I can lead you the shore
I gotta lot to prove
I know God keeping score
Used to get more box
Then a uhaul store
Now I get this gwap
Multiplying like spores
Finna buy the old school
And put the metal to the floor
The Audi coming after
I want it all and more
Kells said he could fly
Now his actions got em soar
When you hear me me grab a glass
It's my heart I'm finna pour
Got damn