Andre Hustace - ToTheHillsAndBack

This something that my pops done told me nigga
They could give a fuck bout who you tryna be nigga
Survival more important than yo dreams
If that’s the case then guess this life just ain’t for me
I’ve done more frees than a storm breads
Hoard beats for the kraft and store cheese
Fuck your feeds, this what the lord seeks
And he test a nigga more than Maury
Got more keys than verse 2 on runaway
And I ain’t got no doors at fucking play
Niggas talking while I’m tryna find enough to say
Love to hate, put us in cuffs in chains, they want our color changed
Too proud I’d rather suffocate
Hands on ain’t no touching me
If I kill a rapper or a beat don’t resuscitate
Ain’t no touching me, if I kill a rapper or a beat don’t resuscitate
I’m banking all on myself, hella lint in my pocket
Nothing left to deposit, but still walk around like I got it
Working like I never had that shit
All the mics he rockin he better bag dat quick
Suicide to be shooting, you’ve never had practice
Putting on a show, act is actually as average
Amassing the masses
Cuz they holding the culture in captive
Our voices is absent
We focus on rats pics, you condemning him as if you that pissed
The truth you got homies who mad snitched
Imma show you what growth do, imma show you what growth do
Just a kid who believe in this rap shit
Prefers logic over Protools and goes through every funk flex cypher studying and thinking
Like I could smoke dude
The nigga talkin like old school is so cool
High Hopes, spitting gold for the low too
Better break a leg call it code blue
The story goes like it’s sposed to, nigga I thought I told you
Got em talking like Ole dude is so cruel
Never bent out of shape he’ll even fold you
Growing pains is something you got to go through
The story goes like it’s sposed to, nigga I thought I told you
I was 16 and her ass fat, waiting on the moment I could grab that
She a cloud in the sky, I’ll overcast that
Singing in the rain I gotta tap that
Mind in the gutter back then
If I was tired I would find me another Aunt Viv
Felt like the Fresh Prince in y’all essence
Yet still insecure with my presence
Scare to deliver a message
Put the ball in my hands, I’m balling my fists
God give a damn? Because he scoffs at my plans
I disregard all those gifts, I guess I’m not yet a man
Just keep smiling at the cam, and running up Uncle Sam
Because he all for the clan, and I’m all for the fam
You niggas all for the gram
Dropping bodies on you bitches, leave the chalk in the sand
The nigga talkin like old school is so cool
High Hopes, spitting gold for the low too
Better break a leg call it code blue
The story goes like it’s sposed to, nigga I thought I told you
Got em talking like Ole dude is so cruel
Never bent out of shape he’ll even fold you
Growing pains is something you got to go through
The story goes like it’s sposed to, nigga I thought I told you

Written by:
Andre Hustace

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