Reefa One - Headstone

Trying to get ahead before I get a headstone
They promised I'd be dead before I ever left
Home
Never trip on what was said, use it as a
Step stone
Acting like I never bled for the crew, You're
Dead wrong

Got a problem with the ones who wish death
Upon my people
We can solve them how you wanna, I am not
Your fuckin' equal
I'm a boss, like Rick Ross, you ain't learnt
That I'mma teach you , and this aint my final form This is just a little preview
I believed you when I knew I shouldn't
Guess the proof was in the pudding
Couldn't Understand the mechanics until I stuck my
Foot in
Wouldn't be the man that I am if the hours weren't Put in
Pussies were conditioned to have it, I had to live and Learned it
Earned it through respect, the effect is in less is Disconcerting
Reaffirmed my suspicions, that there ain't nobody Listening
So I made my decision loading up ammunition
So you know who gonna find you, some old man
Fishing

Trying to get ahead before I get a headstone
They promised I'd be dead before I ever left home
Never trip on what was said, use it as a step stone
Acting like I never bled for the crew, you're dead Wrong


Now if you living in the past, you might as well call it Quits
Unforgiven is a path, I'm quite aware of this shit
Can't forget that it was written, might appear to be Fixed
Then again, nevermind, you will truly be missed
A musician through fruition, just choosing to bust a Mission
Definition of ambition, coming at you consistent
I'm relentless in a fashion, won't allow no
Compassion
Just another savage bastard, doesn't matter
Who's asking
Kept shit a hundred, always blunted
Weigh the options like some tonnage
Ain't no stopping, ain't no fronting
Backs to the wall, we ain't running Homies chunking Up them A's
All the while we running plays, it's in our veins
How we were raised, till we lying in our graves


Trying to get ahead before I get a headstone
They promised I'd be dead before I ever left
Home
Never trip on what was said, use it as a step
Stone Acting like I never bled for the crew, you're
Dead wrong


This shit's embedded in my blood, in my heart
Is the passion
If you ain't read it on the wall, why the
Fuck are you asking
You don't intend to comprehend, recommend
You look past it
No preventing this beheading, bitch I'm coming
Out blasting
I'm surpassing the impact that it has on
All my reactions
The fact is I've been battling my grasp on
Reality
The unmasking of a person who's always been
Through the worst of it
Not so much unlucky, just cursed and been
Forced to work through it
Pursuing dreams of fame, have came to a halt and
I'm cool with it, pertaining to the name I've regained My aim and I'm true to it
Aint playing with you lames, stay in your lane or you Ruin it
Can't say that we're the same and being bitch makes What you're fluent in

I'm just trying to get ahead before I get a headstone

Written by:
George Errichetto

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