Trippy Hippie D - Good Decisions

Never made
Good decisions
I was locked up
In that prison
I was never listening
But I stuck to the mission
And I'm getting to the digits
Never fucking with these bitches
And I'm eating all the chicken
And I'm doing good bro
Finally made it out the hood
Never understood why they got to fucking hate
Doing this shit and I'm fucking getting cake
No I never wait and I never hesitate
I know I look a little bummy
But I'm really bout my money
Bitch I'm sweet like honey
And you know I got that sugar
Cut these niggas up I'm a butcher
Roast them in a slow cooker
Writing in my book uh
My music getting good uh
Got a bad bitch yeah she's a fucking looker
Doing shows you know I got to book them
Spitting facts I know it leave you shook huh
Bet y'all niggas didn't know that I'm a rook huh
I'm still tryna make it
I just need some patience
You need that third eye
To understand my cadence
They underestimated my dedication
Tryna be an inspiration
For the next generation
Never made
Good decisions
I was locked up
In that prison
I'm still tryna make it
I just need some patience
You need that third eye
To understand my cadence
I'm still dealing with all that pain
Reminisce I smoke on that haze
Old friends throwing dirt on my name
I'm a wolf I cannot be tamed
You can tell that I ain't the same
Mom's hating the man that I became
I remember stealing your change
I'm sorry for all of that pain
Chase them bands I got to run it up
Like Mowgli I am the wolf cub
Growing up I knew I was the one
Out my fam I had to chase them funds
I'm still tryna make it
I just need some patience
You need that third eye
To understand my cadence

Written by:
Dorian Alfaro

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