Questions4Later - Streets (In Your Dome)

This for the 'streets'
For the 'streets'
For the 'streets' in your dome

This for the 'streets'
For the 'streets'
For the 'streets' in your dome

It's all in perspective
Just do art
Even alone though
That's been my life M.O.
Been going through it solo
Oh no
Get the lil violin out
Nah I ain't that foul
I almost dissed myself like it's Wild 'n Out
And I'm both team Red, Platinum White
But nah I got support from afar
I wish I just had fam close by
That's how I'd been passing through life
It opened my mind
Taught me little hustles
And how to take things in stride
Had too many goodbyes
And too many good people went by
Made friends with guys in my circumstance
Even tho we don't have shit to share like its only 1 slice
Fuck that shit alright
Met some racketeers, hustlers and those who abuse white
I just stay clean
I'm a dude with an open heart
Still hit the monkey bars to pad it up
I feel I haven't done much but shit been adding up

This for the 'streets'
For the 'streets'
For the 'streets'

For the 'streets' in your dome
The shit that bothers you at home
The struggles that keep you alone
Trap trap in your dome

Fuck that shit though
I gotta put myself on

It's getting twisted
Its just metaphors
And this is questions
4 later
Give em more flavour
Sheep only concerned if they alpha beta
Life's more complicated
Like gentrified streets are only colour graded
I was born with style
I was just afraid

I got my bad days too
I get aggressive still
What about the homies in the cold on the roads
So I learned to cool it
Got enough people hurting the world
Tryna leave my mark
First with these stories then other goals
I gotta stop collecting
People like Pokemon go
Stop chasing hoes
Got distracted a couple times by those
Its just the start
Don't get gassed up
Don't gas out, the goal still far out
It's just me for now
No crowd around
Gang squad
Sometimes it's cool
It keeps me calm
I need to take my own crown
Been too grounded
Too low to the ground
Scared to fly
Allergic to risks
How the fuck I dreamed of being a G
Naive, used to listen to Giggs
Even though I ain't from the streets
Still close enough to understand how it beats
Point is I ain't claiming the streets
Either the boujee high class 800 thread sheet type neeks

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