Cashflow Colly - Tribulations

(Lets go)
Trials and Tribulations
And I'm still the same kid from the basement
I ride my board that I cruise like Carnival,
But down the street not referring to the nautical,
In my headphones Common is the audible,
I think about my life and all my issues
Got a garden full
And all this weed is overwhelming when I'm smoking weed,
Still I smoke though you know I'm down to smoke a tree,
Got me thinking now I'm talking more openly
And writing all my thoughts in a journal with some potency
If I say I'm gonna blow it isn't jokingly,
In a year I'm high demand speaking hopefully,
thinking back quoting artists speaking vocally,
I drop a little song and now my friends started quoting me?
(Yeah)
But shit I'm tryna do it globally
Planning my escape but for now I'm based locally
Commentating on the things I face socially
I keep so one hundred man you know I keep it totally
And why these women been approaching me??
They tryna rob me for my number and my pride
Always poking me
But I ain't got time for no Rosa Lee
I'm in the lab where I'm supposed to be!
Listen...
Tribulations of a young man
I'm tryna go and tell my story so I put it in this ink pen
Flashing back I used to think then
That this shit was just impossible, improbable,
I can't win!
But now I'm popping like I'm champagne,
I used to stress I couldn't sleep
I always worried about the same thing,
But now theres not a fucking damn thing
That can knock me off the grind
Spit it right like my last name!
I'm writing daily in my journal like its daily news
But an audience of one I'm the daily views
I just vent into these pages some would stare confused
If I told em try and read it, couldn't believe it like the
Fairy tooth, this the scary truth
Yeah my rapping is contagious I'm a scary dude
I paint a picture like picasso at the paris lauve
You know I'm tryna make this money by a pair of shoes
So I can strut around the city like a kid that made my paper
Ballin on my own got no assistance from a major
But I'mma major player when it comes to flow creators
I been sharpening my pen
By now I'm righting with a razor
Or maybe fuckin sabors
get me buzzin like a pager
Stay like elevators
Always keep a plane and papers
I'm fucking faded i been smoking with my neighbors
Heading back to work I'm serving tables as a waiter
Its simple labor
But music is the bigger route
So many plans up in my head
I had to figure out
And now the jig is out
Meant to say the jig is up
I picture filling up arenas never big enough
I picture rapping all my bars and getting bigger bucks
I picture taking care my mom and showing bigger love
But first its trial then hopefully celebration
Going through the phases of life and ts tribulations
Tribulations of a young man
I'm tryna go and tell my story so I put it in this ink pen
Flashing back I used to think then
That this shit was just impossible, improbable
I can't win
But now I'm popping like I'm champagne
I used to stress I couldn't sleep
I always worried about the same thing
But now theres not a fucking damn thing
That can knock me off the grind
Spit it right like my last name

Written by:
Colin Wright

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