Featuring: Dustin Cavazos
Producer: Picnictyme
[Verse 1: Dustin Cavazos]
I’ve had my gray days, pay days, maydays, emergencies
An underdog, so I played with a sense of urgency
I’ve had my good weeks, fought through the Mondays
Thank the clouds so you’ll appreciate the sun rays
And every raindrop, and all your real friends
‘Cause they’ll stick with you through some real sin
God bless your soul and even though we made our love hurt
I always thought I’d be with the one that I loved first
I always thought I’d go to college, graduate with high B’s
But I’d go to class and leave to work on my hobbies
Did my homework in the morning, didn’t study for tests
When I left with no diploma, all they handed me was debt
Never saw it as a threat, never one to complain
Read my name, Dustin Cavazos, you can be on your way
Saw my name, Dustin Cavazos, the boy is on his way
Said my name, Dustin Cavazos, man you did your thing
Man, and I ain’t even finished yet
Paris, let’s do Paris ‘cause my time is any minute
[Verse 2: Paris P]
Aw man, I got this thing for life
And though everything in it ain’t right, I want it twice
I overdosed enough on that rocky road, washing all my dirty loads
And the bullshit don’t conquer me, it gives me hope
Facing the stars saying “Hell yeah, one day we gon’ be famous.”
Keep our faith and we can claim it, and it’s clear as day is
Binoculars be focused on them niggas trying to play us
But I pray for all y’all, gotta love the haters
Even when I’m on decline, that’s a blessing in disguise
And I learn to find myself every time
Never superstitious, take this as a premonition
Getting in my own way, I call that self-intervention
Man I must be lost, excuse me while I’m venting
Don’t put your boy on mute, excuses for not listening
The things we do to make it, Heaven please don’t forsake me
I only got one life to live, and that’s the price of escaping
A greedy heart will leave me with a personal relationship with death
To the victor goes the spoils, won every battle with myself
I’m at the end of that tunnel, see the light may be blinding
But the lord ain’t brought me this far to be thinking about rewinding
Ain’t made it yet, but still perfect timing
I’m a smart nigga, but still screaming “Where my mind went?”
Imagine me perfected, yeah, I may embellish
But charge it to my wallet, give the devil too much credit
[Verse 3: Slim Gravy]
You can tell by the stories that I told
I been through it like a 45 year old
Without a port-a-pot to piss in, just want the pot of gold
As a boy I didn’t listen, but boy I didn’t know
Wishing I could do it different, choose another road
Instead of dropping out of school, chasing after hoes
Before I had dreams of making all these clothes
Till I had kids, now I’m breaking into homes
Just doin what I gotta, be for real
Would you do it as a father, when yo’ daughter says she’s hungry
Got no money, got no help, all you got right now is self
And that 45 on the shelf, would you run up on a nigga, tell him “Give it up or else”
No you couldn’t, but I can
‘Cause them just the cards I’m dealt
Yeah, you wouldn’t understand
[Outro: Paris P]
Mass appeal mixed with relevance
My shit reeks of excellence
Same struggle, different worlds
Every choice we make has a positive or negative consequence
It affects people besides ourselves
But I don’t wanna get beside myself
Yet, I always leave room
I’ve had my gray days, pay days, maydays, emergencies
An underdog, so I played with a sense of urgency
I’ve had my good weeks, fought through the Mondays
Thank the clouds so you’ll appreciate the sun rays
And every raindrop, and all your real friends
‘Cause they’ll stick with you through some real sin
God bless your soul and even though we made our love hurt
I always thought I’d be with the one that I loved first
I always thought I’d go to college, graduate with high B’s
But I’d go to class and leave to work on my hobbies
Did my homework in the morning, didn’t study for tests
When I left with no diploma, all they handed me was debt
Never saw it as a threat, never one to complain
Read my name, Dustin Cavazos, you can be on your way
Saw my name, Dustin Cavazos, the boy is on his way
Said my name, Dustin Cavazos, man you did your thing
Man, and I ain’t even finished yet
Paris, let’s do Paris ‘cause my time is any minute
[Verse 2: Paris P]
Aw man, I got this thing for life
And though everything in it ain’t right, I want it twice
I overdosed enough on that rocky road, washing all my dirty loads
And the bullshit don’t conquer me, it gives me hope
Facing the stars saying “Hell yeah, one day we gon’ be famous.”
Keep our faith and we can claim it, and it’s clear as day is
Binoculars be focused on them niggas trying to play us
But I pray for all y’all, gotta love the haters
Even when I’m on decline, that’s a blessing in disguise
And I learn to find myself every time
Never superstitious, take this as a premonition
Getting in my own way, I call that self-intervention
Man I must be lost, excuse me while I’m venting
Don’t put your boy on mute, excuses for not listening
The things we do to make it, Heaven please don’t forsake me
I only got one life to live, and that’s the price of escaping
A greedy heart will leave me with a personal relationship with death
To the victor goes the spoils, won every battle with myself
I’m at the end of that tunnel, see the light may be blinding
But the lord ain’t brought me this far to be thinking about rewinding
Ain’t made it yet, but still perfect timing
I’m a smart nigga, but still screaming “Where my mind went?”
Imagine me perfected, yeah, I may embellish
But charge it to my wallet, give the devil too much credit
[Verse 3: Slim Gravy]
You can tell by the stories that I told
I been through it like a 45 year old
Without a port-a-pot to piss in, just want the pot of gold
As a boy I didn’t listen, but boy I didn’t know
Wishing I could do it different, choose another road
Instead of dropping out of school, chasing after hoes
Before I had dreams of making all these clothes
Till I had kids, now I’m breaking into homes
Just doin what I gotta, be for real
Would you do it as a father, when yo’ daughter says she’s hungry
Got no money, got no help, all you got right now is self
And that 45 on the shelf, would you run up on a nigga, tell him “Give it up or else”
No you couldn’t, but I can
‘Cause them just the cards I’m dealt
Yeah, you wouldn’t understand
[Outro: Paris P]
Mass appeal mixed with relevance
My shit reeks of excellence
Same struggle, different worlds
Every choice we make has a positive or negative consequence
It affects people besides ourselves
But I don’t wanna get beside myself
Yet, I always leave room