Raisin in the Sun ft. Monty C. Benjamin Lyrics

Gather around hustlers that's if you still dreaming

Plotting your next move fighting off your demons

Making the next wave drowning in your feelings

Walking on that stage searching for your healing

How much drive you need on this long road

Life a traffic jam we always rush hour growth

Always on the go I never can stand still

Never wasting a step I know how the landfill

I'm praying I land mine

And blow up off of a line

We do it all for the grind

We fighting against time

Punching the clock

Bobbing and weaving

Ducking the shots

Prophesying greatness

Listen to my heart intuition is god's language

Teach you all about it Rosetta Stone

The future might be rocky but don't nothing be set in stone

Can't answer my phone

I'm locked in

Dreaming about the day I'm in all of y'all's top ten

Pressure gets heavy when weighing your options

I'm taking a lot in

Never letting it out

Bottle up these feelings

Then falling to self doubt

My spirit caught in a drought

But I keep pushing

Shows I keep booking

Flows I keep cooking

Enemies keep looking

Life don't change the way we look at it does

Did a lot of dirt that's why we stuck in the mud

Never had nobody that's why we looking for love

Down on our knees we pray to the god above

Put it on me put it on me

Weight of the world put it all on me

Riding through the trenches trying to stay low key

Barely getting sleep but I got these dreams

Yeah I got these

I hate it when I'm called a local rapper

Please don't box me to the city this is just a chapter

Feeling guilty for the dreams that I'm going after

On the stage when my son need some looking after

Family always hold it down when I feel a way

So I'm still Superman on my Lois days

Fuck a lane free me from these labels that they place

And free me from the pain I mask I pray it fade away

Just feel me when I say

I'm breaking boxes detoxing from unhealthy logic

Never faking what I got just to feel accomplished

Find the light like Edison my mama raised a scholar

Was trapped in darkness and transformed the process metabolic

Crazy how my greatest dreams was a small idea

Back deck but I made these jokers disappear

Stick the landing when I shift watch how I switch the gear

Proof of the vision got them twisted it's forever clear

Life don't change the way we look at it does

Did a lot of dirt that's why we stuck in the mud

Never had nobody that's why we looking for love

Down on our knees we pray to the god above

Put it on me put it on me

Weight of the world put it all on me

Riding through the trenches trying to stay low key

Barely getting sleep but I got these dreams

Yeah I got these

This shit a lot just to say the least

Ahead of my time for the longest niggas seem late to me

Ain't worried about ceremonies and lists they been placing me

Remember my goal was to get a car to go A to B

Was hopping that Volkswagen

Similar K Dot to that sprinter

Just some young niggas that's dead set on adventure

Drove down 17 hours just for three days

No passes and wasn't guaranteeing the stage

Young and dead from the bottom

One out a hundred thousand that swear to god that he got it

Got to be more than talent

Bet it all on the music

Beyond the lights on edge

I promise I'm going through it

In Texas this shit confusing look

Imagine meeting Freddie Gibbs and then he violate you

Imagine meeting Mac Miller then he die later

That type of shit just make an artist go on hiatus

Shit ain't never sweet niggas either go or blow up now or later

Back to the city I ain't have a job

A few good things like I'm Saba Sab

Met OTG and bitch you guessed it man I fucking tried

This cosign shit will make you origami fold your pride

Nigga had met up with Kendrick pre Section 80

Skyrocketing buzz and management wouldn't pay him

Because they ain't know who he was

Choose a career that often feels like a drug

Avoiding all of the mirrors we hold on to who we was

What happens to a dream differed

What happens to a dream differed

How can a prophet with words

Make him a profit with words

Why it feel like a gift and curse

Like a gift and a curse

What happens to a dream differed

What happens to a dream differed

How can a prophet with words

Make him a profit with words

Why it feel like a gift and curse

Like a gift and a curse