Coffee in the morning, with a lil blunt

Had to light it up, after I rolled-it up

Another day, another chance for greatness

I miss my Nigga Chill, we was flying in the spaceship

Stars in the sky, remind me it's more to life

Everything I did, I had a chance to make it right

The way a nigga living, it's time that I take a flight

Never did Coke, but I use to mix Sprite

Grew up in a household, surrounded with strife

I was living in the dark, but now I'm finding the light

Headed to the money, like I walked in the bank

Pulled the strap out, and told them "empty the safe"

Dressed in all black, like I'm headed to a funeral

Commas getting bigger, now I'm understanding numerals

Hoody on my head, rest in peace Trayvon

Talking to God, the only one that I can pray on

The only one that I can pray on

I'm talking to God, the only one that I can pray on

The only one that I can pray on

Talking to God, the only one that I can pray on

Sometimes it's hard to vent, sometimes I seek forgiveness and repent

Sometimes it don't be common, when it's coming to my sense

Sometimes I see they purpose mix with they intent

Sometime I give out love, and they don't know deep it get

I told her make a wish, I love to dig her out whenever she be having fits

Some shit be smooth selling, but in the end it shows it sprits

It's off the hustle, Monopoly showed me whats that can get

Show I'm passionate, they say "relax a bit"

Seeing footprints in the sand, I'm keeping tracks of em'

Generational curse for my family, I'm bout to fracture em

Then permanently break em' cus they seem to be doing laps and shit

For this lifestyle, niggas tryna go XL magnums

Underestimation will be the rise of your demise

I'm feeling like Malcom, when he was peeking through the blinds

This shit ain't hard to see, you gotta read between the lines

And get yo paper, open up yo third eye, word to the wise

I like to spin the wheel of fortune, tell how I'm driven

I always say I'm gucci, when they ask me how I'm feeling

I'm still progressing, but hard as fuck to deal with healing

And Poppa a teen now, I be damn he meet the system

I trust my intuition, last funeral was pops, heard my next one sis's

Feel it in the air like Beanie, but the birds was missing

City on fire, got it seeming like they purging in it

Get rich or die trying, this a urgent mission

You said no too fast

I can't let it pass

Trying to make it last