Kyng Drew - A Million Ways

Eye can see a million ways
To turn a crumb to supper
But when eye lay the way
Will that persuade they to take me under
It's cold like 40 below
So eye keep that knob turned to 400
Hard times kept me inclined to buckling down
Not running from it
Keep it 100
Nigga fuck that
Its 100 niggas snitching
They pinching off they partners
Really thinking that they winning
Now eye see them tunnel vision
Thru this barrel with no flinching
All my life in said position
Kept me further from goal in inches
Eye can remember long nights in trenches
Only mindset was a way out
Different cars with different scars
Drifting off in thought praying God ain't wake now
Mask on my face in disgrace
But its eat or be eaten-even if ain't no taste fount
When your pockets on low and your kids ask
About lights being on
But the only thing that you can say is "How"
Now
Maybe if eye was born different
An adorned infant
Who never was forced to be violent
And take on the role of the suspect
When really in life was a born victim
Eye could work 9 to 5s
With a drive
That would make it be vigilant
Go to sleep with these thoughts
Like doing that for mine
Had some type significance
And a purpose for all of these long nights
Demons shattered my innocence
Smoking cookies to settle my mind
Then all the prescriptions
Use to gamble my own life
Why the fuck you think eye
Will allow you tempt this
These the cries of a child who by 9
Saw the look in the eyes
Of a guy spend his last breath
But look eye survived
A million times
Participate in crimes
To stay the line
They more pressed on my kind
Then accepting the fact
Then combat that they gave me this bad sign
Peace
Either let em be or make em eat defeat
The outcome dont mean shit to me
Only goal with these streets
To ensure eyem on top of a 6 feet
Let my souls speak

So What's your purpose brother...
You working for it brother...
Are you hurting brother...
Are you worth it brother...
Are you denying your stride to change your life Because you doubt they seen you try
And you cant Make your mama cry my brother
Are you searching for the god that lives inside
We came from NOTHING
Better we take what little remain
And make it STRIVE
Came from where SOMETHING
Was going to bed in the day
Had meant you ain't make it alive
We gone a million miles to get here
Seem likes all that's left is the sky
We dont decide if the car veers
Only turning our lows into multiple drives
Will eye survive if eye stall here
Eye dont know but at lease eyema aim really high

It's a million ways to turn a thought
Into some funds
Better grab the keys and drive
Cuz aint no race that you wont run
Gotta make a way to make some
Its hussle til the sun come
And stay down til your sun up
And your daughter never want none

That's 1 Million nigga

Written by:
Justin Andrews

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