Текст песни Blue Summer - Casey Jones II

And everything is a battle
When my mixtape do unravel
Travel the city by cattle
I mean the Stang I'm riding
And I do choke on the smoke
That arise from the paper
Willing to wager my nigga
That's just the flame I'm writing
Tryna save the nation in the midst of tribulation
Look up from my lyrics they telling a nigga Trump or Biden
I'm biding time until God returns with our souls arisen
Unless I'm deserted because my plate of sins
Made a couple friends with some niggas that didn't make it in
Pray to God and pray again until we finally make amends
Niggas say I've changed that's what happens when you growing up
Sick of niggas throwing up signs that I don't recognzie
I reckon lives would be different if we would recognize
Our cyclical nature like we the ones that wreckin lives
I seen a nigga having withdrawals deposit lead
Inside another nigga head, because he want his bread
And then he take his bread and go spend it on some dope
Now that's two niggas dead because the second overdosed
I wish they told me growing up just means you losing hope
And C-O-P-Even do want you dead it's hard to cope, man
I swear, and I ain't been the same since Kobe died
When his helicopter crash I swear my heart cried
I finally asked my pops how he felt back when 'Pac died
Man, cause I done shed so many tears
I done grew so many years in a month
I finally got my drive, I had to throw my peers in the trunk
I wanna be on rap tours (raptors) like Vince Carter
Flow harder, pray it turn a broke nigga to a globe trotter
Like Wilt, everything around me getting killed
Like an instrumental from Alex until my pallets filled, blaow

Mic check, mic check, mic check
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (yeah)
Uh
My papa miss his younger days
Him and his niggas hung out
Reebok shoes was brung out
Michael Jordan tongue out
Thinking bout his past and
All the niggas that he used to love to death
Looking back maybe half them niggas strung out
Me, another classmate that's gone too soon
My niggas, sit back, reflect and blow trees like Monsoon
My nigga crying on the phone like I can't wait to be rich
Cuz when I am, I'll no longer have to deal with this, huh
I start to laugh
Did I say something funny
I'm sorry I just know a lot of broke people with my money
Broken homes, broken lives, broken husbands, broken wives
And they always in your face tryna give out broke advice
I wanna sail the world from my penmanship
The pen is in my grip
Like masturbation, they can't eff with me
The only alpha in my class they can't step with me
That's your cue dawg
You can get shot with this stick like a cue ball
Ain't nobody too big
And ain't nobody too small
Moving all you niggas like a U-Haul truck
I'm the only with drive swear that you all suck
Hope that you all duck, BLAOW
I made niggas madden dawg
I'm in the game with it
Flows kinda like good sex, I came with it
And there's a real why I'm always at this easel
Cuz truthfully it's hard for me just understanding people
She, sent me a sexual song, what does it mean
Does she like good music or am I the mean of her dreams
Woah
I know
I'm kinda awkward
No street smarts but I could've went to Harvard
If I applied myself
But I would rather chase a dream
I would fight any man or being til I'm up with God himself
He got my dream and I'll still try to grab it
But God knows my heart so I believe he'll let me have it
But if he doesn't then he might as well just kill me
Cuz what's the use of living life if I can never be the real me
My mama crying in the back
Like take that rhyme back
I wrote my verses in blood
Can't take no rhyme back
Nigga