Family Connect

(альбом: The L.I.B.R.A. - 2020)

If I had the magical powers to redo all the things, the most stupid [?]
And if I had those powers, to bring you back here again

I'm running in circles, looking and searching, look high and low for the purpose
Convincing myself this earth is just full of curses and cursive
I pull the curtains, interpreting how I exposed the surface
Of niggas that no one's ever seen, they hide behind these magazines
Let's see, I seen it all way back
If I was you, I wouldn't say that, no
Anything they ever did to make sure I wouldn't ever win
It just made me a better man, I put that on my soul
If it's platinum in my watch, should I still care 'bout going gold?
If I gave that shit away, you think I'm ever going broke?
I'm not chasing money, money chasing me
You found what you looking for when you stop looking for it, end of story

See, more niggas want the glory and think success is euphoric
Expect to get rich touring and never do shit for it, man
I been historic so long, it's getting boring
Multiple mansions to reside and switch foreigns
Pouring plenty game in Domani cup
All our moves are calculating, you could wish the dummies luck
Yeah I guess everyone exaggerates when they coming up
But that just their imagination, really, these niggas ain't got no money, bruh
They wanna know who you are, not who you wanna be
Want smoke online and ain't handle around-the-corner beef
Coward, good luck avoiding getting extorted with
Absentee morals and horrible priorities
Catch you somewhere in your mid-forties
Down in Florida, by the water, scraping up enough to buy a 40
Type of billboard ain't shit when you did poorly
Buy your kids so they can't remember what you did for 'em

Ayy, you remember when you showed me that half a mill' in that shoebox?
Then I said, "I want to rap," so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. with B and Jay
Or flying to Coachella playing spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my gallery finna triple my salary
Doubled up on my K-Dot, the sad shit, watch my calories
Crazy, I couldn't fathom the thought of me going platinum
I shattered my ceiling and captured my feelings in this verse
I'll gradually kill 'em, I'll turn down a million, it's not worth my integrity
I'm most definitely my daddy's son, it's no denying
I used to run from my last name
I was mortified of being that nigga that live off a nigga at 25
So I moved out at eighteen and now I'm on my own
Pops, I know you got it, but I'd just rather get it on my own
Tell 'em stop asking all them questions, the answers in my song
Place the pen in my left hand and watch me write my wrongs

Ha, it funny ain't it, how I could be entertainin'?
Millions stashed in the bank and more millions on real estate
Riding round in a Vanquish, tryna stop for complainants
'Cause my kids won't let me help 'em and I just can't ascertain it
Then again, kinda remind me of me 'fore I met Jason
Selling crack daily but knew I was going places, listen
Sometimes you confident, can overwear your conscience and
To the point, seem like it make the smartest one do the dumbest shit
Learn to be the thermostat, not the thermometer
Never put your trust in niggas, even when they promise something
Okay, pride keep you hungry when you on the come up
Don't matter who you son of, nigga, you a one-of-one
Sometimes the weight feel like a hundred tons
I know, but learned to carry load, 'cause that the Harris way
Go win a hundred or nothing, don't never halfway
Fuck with anything and keep navigating your pathway
I already know it's greatness in you 'cause I put it there
They say that pressure make diamonds, find it
Be you at all times and see who not to align with
Nigga, shining was the point of the assignment, duh