Listening to Kendrick & tweeting a couple bitches//
Is my regular agenda since college I couldn't finish//
A dream of being a lawyer is now diminished//
Cause sallie Mae won't give me a loan//
I'll prolly be on my own, like when a father leaves a mother//
In dire need of some support, so my friends become my brothers//
Scrambling for change, just to recycle some shit up in my cycle//
Let's eat, like it's the last supper//
I feel like Jesus, I'm bringing a bunch of people together//
With so many against me...//
It seems like everybody hates ReQ//
The cameras is on, they'll prolly watch me to my death//
I struggle to eat, rather spend my money on these beats//
Till my message is heard, I rather sleep when I'm deceased nigga//
That's grind for ya//
Stone cold voice, that's the bottom line for ya//
I see so many doubtin my decisions//
Like raven-symone tho, I got a vision//
Hoping that you follow me nigga & I ain't talking twitter//
But you prolly won't//
I'm spitting knowledge that niggas prolly won't ever quote//
Whatever floats ya boat//
I never tried to make a difference//
I'm painting a picture, niggas can't afford, my lyrics vivid//
But I'm rather timid//
Debating my decisions//
Drop out of school, try to make it with this rap shit//
I'm hoping that I see a million//
My mama proud that her only boy 21//
Never been to jail & I never had to use a gun//
Hard times motivate for change nigga//
You a rapper too but we ain't the same nigga//
You see me struggling to make it in this game nigga//
Feeling like Alicia cause you still don't know my name nigga//
Ha, these rap niggas lack a common mind//
So I kill em off of the books like its columbine//
Dot telling me I haven't reached my prime//
While ciara thinks my weakest shit is ahead of time//
Yet I contradict//
I rather be on the commercial sceneee//
Counting money & infinite bitches, yeah it's all a dream//
But instead, I'm working fast food//
Tryna help my mother make it in a world where money has no value//
New Yorkers stealing credit//
To do a lil debit//
Illegal moves to impress these bitches//
So you buying Gucci for a coochie//
That probably got a history longer than them bugattis//
& that shit been hot since 99//
But I digress//
Lyrically venting this shit, that sit up on my chest//
In an effort to live the suite life, brothers keep ya head tight//
Never let em take away ya dreams, fuck a red light//
Conscience Music
Is my regular agenda since college I couldn't finish//
A dream of being a lawyer is now diminished//
Cause sallie Mae won't give me a loan//
I'll prolly be on my own, like when a father leaves a mother//
In dire need of some support, so my friends become my brothers//
Scrambling for change, just to recycle some shit up in my cycle//
Let's eat, like it's the last supper//
I feel like Jesus, I'm bringing a bunch of people together//
With so many against me...//
It seems like everybody hates ReQ//
The cameras is on, they'll prolly watch me to my death//
I struggle to eat, rather spend my money on these beats//
Till my message is heard, I rather sleep when I'm deceased nigga//
That's grind for ya//
Stone cold voice, that's the bottom line for ya//
I see so many doubtin my decisions//
Like raven-symone tho, I got a vision//
Hoping that you follow me nigga & I ain't talking twitter//
But you prolly won't//
I'm spitting knowledge that niggas prolly won't ever quote//
Whatever floats ya boat//
I never tried to make a difference//
I'm painting a picture, niggas can't afford, my lyrics vivid//
But I'm rather timid//
Debating my decisions//
Drop out of school, try to make it with this rap shit//
I'm hoping that I see a million//
My mama proud that her only boy 21//
Never been to jail & I never had to use a gun//
Hard times motivate for change nigga//
You a rapper too but we ain't the same nigga//
You see me struggling to make it in this game nigga//
Feeling like Alicia cause you still don't know my name nigga//
Ha, these rap niggas lack a common mind//
So I kill em off of the books like its columbine//
Dot telling me I haven't reached my prime//
While ciara thinks my weakest shit is ahead of time//
Yet I contradict//
I rather be on the commercial sceneee//
Counting money & infinite bitches, yeah it's all a dream//
But instead, I'm working fast food//
Tryna help my mother make it in a world where money has no value//
New Yorkers stealing credit//
To do a lil debit//
Illegal moves to impress these bitches//
So you buying Gucci for a coochie//
That probably got a history longer than them bugattis//
& that shit been hot since 99//
But I digress//
Lyrically venting this shit, that sit up on my chest//
In an effort to live the suite life, brothers keep ya head tight//
Never let em take away ya dreams, fuck a red light//
Conscience Music
( ReQ Cartier )
www.ChordsAZ.com