It'd be a different story if you told the truth
The kicks got a hole ripped through
But these ain't golden goose
I'm in my bag, no dispute
Press record and show the proof
Used to think less is more
But I seen the shit they sold to you
Seen them going through it
Scrolling through the pain
Seeping through
Hope they leaving soon
The game needs some room
If the gang ain't in the spot
Then I'm leaving soon
Not to pocket watch
But trying to clock what they even do
Belief is a vehicle
For the unforeseeable
Discomfort just means that you need to move
Hope your love ain't strategical
Hope I practice my preaching
My actions match in my speech
It doesn't have to be a masterpiece
But these racks don't come for free
You can ask The Streets
This type of passion
Don't just last for weeks
I actually bleed
And through the battle I just ask for peace
Swear I'm only like this
Cause I have to be