[Lyric] G.P.S (The Rabbi Himself)

[Intro]
Oohhh, yea
Aye, aye

[Chorus]
I don’t think they understand
What it take for standing out
What it take to be the youngin
What it take to be the only homie that they never count
What it take to always have to find my way around the clout
You could say I’m GPSin
Cause I gotta push for something
Look, I’m standing out
What it takes to be the youngin
What it takes to be the only homie that they never count
What it takes to always have to find my way around the clout
You can say I’m GPSin
Cause I gotta push my –


[Verse 1]
Dreams, 1 am and man, my brain is in the dark
All this pressure on my shoulders, guess my future weight a bulk
All my pressure on my shoulders, guess my head is in to deep
I’m a tremor in the ocean, when I shook they had to see (Sea)
A(ye), B
Like I’m busy getting honey for my queen
I’ve been working all my life but when I sting, I die a G
H.I
When you catch me walking by
You don’t wanna to be the only person really left behind
I got mother on my neck, pushing me to get ahead
What’s the point of all my dreams if I just leave them in the bed
She don’t even know I rap, and she won’t fathom the thought
But I guess for me to grow, sometimes I gotta break apart, that’s a start
All these mountains I’ve been moving, I’m authentic with the faith
Even if I gotta struggle, I’m like Hani with the Brave
I’m like Biko with the people
Never poison but I’m lethal
But for you to see my vision, be an eagle



[Chorus]
I don’t think they understand
What it take for standing out
What it take to be the youngin
What it take to be the only homie that they never count
What it take to always have to find my way around the clout
You could say I’m GPSin
Cause I gotta push for something
Look, I’m standing out
What it takes to be the youngin
What it takes to be the only homie that they never count
What it takes to always have to find my way around the clout
You can say I’m GPSin
Cause I gotta push for something
[Verse 2]
I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life
I move the masses, like I shift my body weight from side to side
Forget the rapping and the crafty ways we banter when we write
I’m tryna really change the metro
Bring some money to the ghetto
They ignore you when you battle all the confidence you got
Everybody got a story but you gotta share your plot
I don’t think they understand but you don’t understand a lot
It took some bills for Gates to open all the windows that he got
I was being Microsoft
Left the x got out the box
Now I’m biting every apple like I’m Stevey on the job
I’m the Youngin from the Southern
Baking bars, like I’m an oven
Going harder than malume drinking bottles at a tavern
I don’t gamble when you see me, so I don’t got no poker face
Ladies going Gaga and I really can’t control the place
I’ve been doing me since I was fighting just to find my wealth
Never gonna be somebody else cause…

[Chorus]
I don’t think they understand
What it take for standing out
What it take to be the youngin
What it take to be the only homie that they never count
What it take to always have to find my way around the clout
You could say I’m GPSin
Cause I gotta push for something
Look, I’m standing out
What it take to be the youngin
What it take to be the only homie that they never count
What it take to always have to find my way around the clout
You can say I’m GPSin
Cause I gotta push for something
[Outro]
Aye, Cause I gotta push for something
Aye, man, I gotta push for something
Aye, Cause I gotta push for something
Aye, man, I gotta push for something
Aye, Cause I gotta push for something
Aye, man, I gotta push for something
Aye, Cause I gotta push for something
(Aye, ya)
Yea