Lyrics Matters To Me - Whest Cornell

I'm tryna escape to a better place
A quiet place where we can stay
Cozy spot to rest my head
So I can breathe deep
All that bullshit to yourself
Ain't nobody wanna hear tt
We too focused on ourselves
And if you can't read the room
The exit right there
This here is for production
Not everything is fair papa
I'm so haha
To all the blah blah
I know I'm fly fly
Till I die die
Connecting dot dots

You know what make my world feel great
A big ol' bag one that I can have
I can split in half
With the homies
The gang
Yea yea
The homies
The Don P nights
The blunts that did it for me
The bumps and the random stories
The parties with all the shorties
The comps and all the 40's
And pulling up like I'm Horry
The truth, we really live it
We meant to be the chosen
In a life where they killin' the light
We keep on shinning alright

When it's all said and done
Imma leave it to my son
A legacy of a real muafucka from the jump
Hustled with the best of them
Coming from where I'm from
The city of champions we work till the sun goes down
And we back right up
As soon as that shit rise
Make my money double XL
That's how we enterprise
Real stay real
The fake gnna multiply
Imma keep hitting record until it's televised