BlackSmithTCB - License and Registration

I got my first crib up on fourteenth and grand
Two bedrooms two stories to move in it cost more than a grand
I got high i got by there wasn't much more that I planned
Wasn't trynna accept when I was late on the rent, end up forcing my hand
So i didnt pay it, livin in my car in the winter
Went to circle k trynna grab me some dinner
Surprised I never got caught cuz I be boosting the most
But I guess a nigga learned it how to move like a ghost
They never saw me comin, livin in a mood but I joked
Cuz I was livin made it get it even though I was broke
Boy I loved it i would trip every day I was lit everyday
Poppin cold medicine droppin CID every day
The same shit everyday, this is before
Niggas rappin bout drugs and been addicted to more
We was sitting round wishing we had shit we could score
I could solve that little problem with a trip to the store
I was workin taco bell I had a couple on the side
Wasn't much but it was some hadda hustle to get high
But that all came down crashing in spectacular fashion

You all dont really know who I am
You only really know who was
Guess I really dont understand
How I went from that to bein stacked and official
I got my license registration and my stamp of approval
And I ain gotta ride on the bus
I made mountains outta mole hills then I got up and moved em
I was never really soft to the touch

I'm checking the mail, looking for a check in the mail
Dissappointing niggas that hate me, they all just expect me to fail
I guess I let em down I was out testing the waters
I Ain even put up my sail
Commiting felonies for people who'd tell on me
and if I got pinched they wouldn't put up my bail
I had to get it from someone else cuz y'all wouldn't keep it real
Y'all wouldn't tell me nuttin I guess it be secrets still
But if I told em secrets then they oughta be revealed
Lips hungry I Ain even got then hush money to keep em sealed
So now I'm in the open I got nuttin to hide from ya
Imma let you think what you will
I just had go and get mine from ya
And I don't give a fuck how you feel
I got no fucks left to give I got no time left to waste
So if she don't even have any tits then she can still sit on my face
And I'm still wrestling problems but I'm still standing up straight
Ex girls comin out the cob webs talking bout they made a mistake

You all dont really know who I am
You only really know who was
Guess I really dont understand
How I went from that to bein stacked and official
I got my license registration and my stamp of approval
And I ain gotta ride on the bus
I made mountains outta mole hills then I got up and moved em
I was never really soft to the touch

Written by:
Julian White

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