Nick Travis - Westin & Sonesta Lyrics

Between the Westin and sonesta
I finally realized the kind of person that you're best of
Sad as it is, this the life that I chose
All minds alike, drinks up for a toast

I'm a down south nigga, country fried chicken muthaf*cka, malt liquor
Fine wine sipper
Loading up my pistol
Safety never on, if you cross, it'll listen
You cannot pass me like Jordan and the Pistons
I was screwed once, never more though since then

Things show when you hide it
I rep harder for my niggas, Joe Biden
I've been enlightened to bring the kind flow to make the old heads excited
New heads like it, got the touch of Midas
Check my plus and minus
The game ain't the same if the flying lanes change and they need a different pilot

I don't feel the shame, here's my business out the open
Y'all know me much better though
I turned a million dollar deal down cause I felt the deal would turn federal
And made you eat your words like edibles
Of course though the label that recruited me was 5 star credible
The words on the page weren't legible
The type of deal where I could sell the records that they want could never settle though
RIP to Reginald
Love given out is not measurable
Imagine when you calling out for help and say its medical
Seen it from afar without a telescope
Times when I need to pick it up, I gotta let it go
Easier to keep it in than to let them know

He's doing his thing, she doing her thing, I'm doing much better though without them
Always doing more than imagined when you doubt them
Found the best answers in my problems when I pile them
How did little bro get solutions that'll guide them

Happiness on sale and it's cheap when you buy them
You could feel the pain in my words when you rhyme them
Everything's clear when you sitting and rewind them
I am everything that I said, I'll remind them

NickMFTravis still til I die, loud pack being silent
Moving on my own pace, tryna buy my own place
Faith in God, I was losing out my own faith

Kinda Perfect timing, in the wrong place
Still cooking beats here homemade, chefing still gourmet

I could see that bullshit you kicking from the parking lot
Still haven't found a f*cking parking spot
All you dogs bark a lot, shit give a bone then
Imma go BBQ chicken with the bone in
Shit is much deeper in this shit when I'm zoned in, BE-CAUSE that's how I like it
I just work better when I always feel I'm indicted