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Paul Wall

Sea The Shore

 

Sea The Shore

(album: Give Thanks - 2023)


Statik Selektah

I've been trying for way too long to find myself an ear
Trying to make myself in this here city
Trying to keep my head above the water (Statik, Paul Wall, baby)
I can see the shore

I caught a new wave, I'm almost to the shore
Self-aware, I can see it clear, sure
All bullshit aside, no manure
This type of game is not sold in stores
The streets are dirty, that's why I'm muddy like a sewer
Head on a swivel, mind sharper than a sword
The world full of carnivores, they like to bite you 'til you sore
I'm hands-on, manicured, tougher than a Ford
I can't go back, only forward
If it bring progress, I'm all for it
I kill the static soon as Statik hit record
If I had it all, I would still be out there getting more
I always want some more, but I hate s'mores
It's not greed, I'm just a grinder at my core
Only focused on me and never yours
Talking down hoes, no allure
Nowadays I like to meditate if I get bored
I'm just tryna keep my motives pure, thank the Lord
Jealousy a disease, showing love is the cure
I avoid the sick fucks, shout out to Michael Rapaport
I'm just tryna stack my paper ceiling to the floor
I'm just tryna better me better than before
If you trying to stifle that, please exit out the door
I'm not the type to talk about it, me, I'm more a doer
I was always taught real hustlers will endure
The real era on life support, they tryna pull the cord
But please don't fret, not yet, just check the score
We still ahead in the game although we slightly fewer
I don't sleep, so I guess that mean I don't snore
I judge a character, not what you wore or what you pour
I check for beats and bars, not what you sold and where you toured
I handle my emotions, not another rapper scorned
1981 marked the year that I was born
March 11, that's the day I took my earthly form
Ready for 'em, can't be too afraid to transform
Failure to adapt will fuck you faster than a porn
Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers that I mourned
I pray I comprehend and heed the signs when I'm warned
I wonder if it's better to be adored or adorned
I'm somewhere in the middle just trying to adjourn
I don't wanna sell my soul, I just want the coin
A Cadillac, a foreign, give me bread, keep the corn
These boys out here warring and they corny like Des Moines
Matter fact, they barely made it in with The Quan
Freedom for my dog, Roger Brown on my arm
I went from Antoine Drive to a U of H dorm
Out the norm, get out the storm, bumping somewhere warm
My Uber weed outside, I think he honked the horn
I'm just tryna float

I've been trying for way too long to find myself an ear
Trying to make myself in this here city
Trying to keep my head above the water
I can see the shore in the distance
I know I can't afford to be timid
I gotta go and get it
Even if I'm the bait

done

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