Life Circles Lyrics

Im paid in double

But was raised in the slumps

Mama kept a nigga fed

Wasnt raised in a dump

Had my uncle teach me game

Wasnt raised to be chumps

Daddy was a dope dealer

Yo dad was gettin crunk

Made it this far

Giving thanks to my god

Told myself i need the millions

Wasnt fit for a job

Only thing them niggas knew

Was to deal and go rob

And turn a eye

To they health

So they eatin like slobs

I needed more

So a nigga matured

Ball wasnt workin out

So i sat on the floor

Music made a nigga right

Gave me purpose and more

Now its chains on the dresser

With a blick in a jour

I Gave my trust to a bitch

Wit a Touch

Of them niggas

In them benzes

So she gon let em fuck

Wasn't perfect with myself

But i gave her the love

Funny how them people do you

When surrendering trust

Mama

Tell me how

You deal with niggas

Like pops

Doin everybody wrong

Making problems with opps

Raising 2 kids strong

Kept me fresh

With the drops

Brushed my hair

To the waves

While we sat on the couch

You can inspire

So to you i admire

Still giving thanks to legends

Gave me purpose and fire

Nipsey helped me see the vision

Had to roll on them tire

Everybody had a smile

Played the truth

Of a liar

3 Generations strong

But we dont along

Cuzin tried to help a nigga

But stop answering phones

Missing autumn everyday

And my auntie unce

Miss my homie

When he died

My chest broke in a chunk

Feeling his presence

Coming through

In the present

Meditating for my health

So im catching the blessings

God said i had the talent

Wasnt gettin the message

Now im living with the message

That im giving some blessings

Ima do and be me

World is mine

On the sleeve

Cord was wrapped

Around my neck

Now i can finally breathe

For a minute

Had to cope

With turning

Back to them trees

Nothing wrong wit it

But its a time and place

For them things

Cus Im staying focused

For the people who broken

Never met my grandad

On either side of the token

Never met my Grandma

It got the family so broken

My Homie talking down on me

Felt maybe he joking

But dont answer his calls

Cus he chasing them broads

Couldnt help me out at all

Any time that i called

I was feeling like im lost

But i came back

And flossed

Meditation of a boss

Gotta pay up the cost

Uh im feeling free

Now my goals i can reach

Wish the best to my ex's

And my pops in the street

Im moving on but

Number something

You niggas can reach

But i changed so

The tone you can hear at the beep