Promise

(album: Shoot For The Face 2 - 2016)

Look in the mirror like,"Damn my nigga you done made it"
Was one of them youth in America dealing with euthanasia
Go pick up a knife and they're willing to slice back when I mutilate it
Ironically the prison taught me how to use a razor
Running around with a Ruger ready to rip shots through a hater
Assume that I'm nothing, validation of yours accumulated
I keep all three of my eyes peeled just like a few potatoes
Cause niggas don't want me on the top like I'm the numerator
I don't really wanna lose my faith
But I don't even know who to pray to
In the trenches, mind is on the fences, watch me move like Vegas
Smoking hella zoo, hella bowls and I won't use a chaser
Who can take the time to let me bloom and then boom I'm famous
Taking the top with every move I'm making
Good deals, I choose to make 'em
Cross my heart like Jesus but people look at you like Satan
They despise you if you richer homie, you got Nathan
This world is so political but who's debating
A fucked up womb can make 'em tuck guns and shoot the place up
And afterwards kill them-self just 'cause a few occasions
Shit I ain't ever had no trust fund for the loot I'm making
So don't look at me fucked up when I do vacations
Mental health helped me make it blood it's true I'm brainsick
From mental wards to jail cells to music making
Gotta kill what's toxic homie and go shot the ages
And keep yo head out while you maneuver through the matrix
Brain...

Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you
Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you
Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you
Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you

Imagine
Twenty men up at the stage, everybody grabbin
Feel your pussy wish he wasn't but he was and treat your body like you're trash and
Make you feel ashamed, pay you up out and yo let me hit it with a passion
Remind you when you got molested maybe it's a tip and ain't nobody laughing
Quit reacting
They way they want you to, they catch you shoot him at the bin of bando
Used to talk about it now you look up in the mirror and I'll be damned it is the mantle
Killing what you love and give a motherfuck and always get ya eggs up in a scramble
If he continue this way I might have to spray em get to killing niggas like I'm Rambo
Load the ammo
You don't wunna live but what about your kids you want to fuck it all?
Came up in the game with everybody had a hand
But you ain't got no butter ball
All the kids was going up for seconds, filling up but you ain't getting none at all
They swinging on swings playing on monkey bars and you ain't having fun at all
Promise if you really hear me
Did you really hear me
They don't wanna be another one to end up in a body bag and disappear up off of Earth like I'm nothing
There was something in me thats a beautiful it really it's up in you too
Do not be a fool
Playing by the rules
There will be a tomb up in discussion
Repercussions
Gotcha thinking shit shoulda knew it drinking on the fluid everybody tell me I'm a piece of shit, but they only know me by face though
Never said a muthafucking word to you not a verb
I prefer niggas hurt all up on a nigga nerve kick me to the curb with no queso
Not a peso
In my pocket ain't nobody in the world got some love for me
Everybody wishing I would die, they only see a nigga for the bad guy
Maybe they all right, maybe I ain't nothing but some shit up in the mud
Or maybe I just need to sit back on this drink realizing that I'm a...

Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you
Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you
Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you
Beautiful flower
It just hasn't bloomed
You're judging the surface by what's growing inside of you