Queue The Kid - Ghetto Gospel

This my ghetto gospel, dry ramen, dollar pasta Feenin' for a beat, withdrawal leavin' me
Nauseous This for y'all that wonder why I still rap about Logsdon
Stopped usin' my fist, my voice was a better option Clap back at my own pops, heart aflame, my
world stopped Flash forward my own spot, gettin' flamed by
Throne Glocks Once I get in that mode, feelin's gone, zone
Hot Autumn leaves and new songs from me, yeah, we
Gon' drop Rappin' for the people alive, I thought I
Lost Rappin' for the people around, but what it
Cost? Woke up in the ER, tellin' me I'm big boss
But my water Deer Parkin, never was it the Voss
Some nights, I would stare at the sky and trace stars
Some nights, I still do, now it's my guide to Mars, Engine in my stomach, a stranger to foreign
cars but this rhythm in my heart, determined to
breakin' bars If I have that son, thought of namin Orion
Leave a legacy and memories, of daddy always
fightin' People quick to judge, accustomed to others
Lyin' But everybody got they battles, everybody got
They Zion Picture someone cryin', don't ever paint
Them as weak it take heart to show emotion in a world that wants
You meek Ever feel lost or misguided, don't ever
Tweak Cause the timing is the essence of the blessings
That you seek Wisdom and emotion, thin line, separation
Got my ambition, it's well rewarded by preparation I ain't the be all or end of the wiser man
Plenty came before me with wiser words and better skin
Dedication, hustle and flow, the best to know And teach yourself to cook, this that crack on
The stove Open up a book, I promise they teach the
Most And it's best to tell them what you been
Thinkin' before they go That's fosho, treat your mama like a goddess
And your queen too Don't let people step over or misdemean you
I mean demean you, watch out for cops, they mean to
Someone say somethin' offensive, ain't mean they mean to
But now they should be aware, that's between me and you
If you take somethin' to heart, then slow your start
Little time to think, then slow your thoughts You the only one that hear em, some of em gon' be dark
Learnin' to observe is you learnin' your part And the world's full of actors, life's circle
Like a stage except the stakes higher, a lot of us see a grave
Best to make the most of yours before it's late
Don't fear fallin' behind, just keep pace
Remember, not a race, a marathon, the bigger one
By the time you hear this, might be time for some bigger guns
Where to get em from, world is urgin to give em up
Nothing's ever perfect, fuck the serpents, go live it up
Don't give up, that's implying you lost hope Back against walls, against flames, against rope
Be the best you, in hard times be the goat
If you feel you're finished, it's okay to hang the coat
But don't choke, learnin not to hold tongues
Greatest thing I felt is the truth when my throat, sung
That's my passion, not tryna let my pressure put it on ya

Written by:
Quincy Wilson

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