J. Ban - No Choice

You gotta keep on trying
You gotta keep on pushing
See there was times
Out my mind with a chance to lose it
If I don't take the shots now then like what's the point
I'm grinding out all these days, I can't disappoint
Myself before it's anybody fucking else
Lost my coach to a virus
Teammate to a cell
Two different paths
Here I am, blessed in my position
Sad to say as I write
Pistol in the distance
Hope of days with no criminal nights in persistence
But I know the ways and lifestyle that they living
Peep it from a far, wouldn't be some that I'd mimic
I'd rather make my music reliable like Honda Civic
Continue pushing, undeniably so prolific
Been through the worse and they question how I got this gifted
Almost in a hearse
Woke up with my spirit lifted
Thank God for a chance
See my life a lot more vivid
Thank you God
Yeah
I see my life a lot more vivid
Sometimes you ain't got no fucking choice
Best example of never stopping
Give that to my momma
Maintaining three kids
Took me to them college classes
She ain't have no choice, couldn't get no babysitter
We ain't have the money so I had to stick it with her
That was 6th grade, probably like 10 years old
Such a young age with my momma walking campus
Went on to graduate
I'm so proud she made that happen
Didn't dwell just took the action
Do the same with rappin'
Is what I tell myself
I need to push it to the limit
Focus on the music unintentionally ignore the business
Side of things
I be forgetting about a lot of things
That's my fault, need to tie together sneaker strings
Get up on my feet
In front of lines I take the lead
Don't have no choice
I just gotta

Written by:
Joseph Banda

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