Royce Diesel - Purposeful, Pt. 1

Chin up
Keep my head on a swivel
Knowing that they want me dead
But I got too much to live for (Facts)
Praying for my granny
'Cause that drink fucked up her liver
And I still ain't learned her lesson
So I'm pouring up this liquor (Straight Up)
Loving life with no regrets
Might be the reason I go early
Thirsty for the dollar sign
The only reason I'm still working
Tryna put Camillia on an island where the birds is chirping
And put Royce up in a condo with remoted curtains (Yup)
At times I hated being first born, that shit's a burden
Jealous of my brothers for the chances they're afforded
My spirit golden, all my blessings hoarded
Just because they got some cheat codes
Don't make journey less important
My weed imported
I'm on the gas, y'all on the dormant
Reading the fortune
My fortress guarded by a doorman
The way I'm rhyming so tedious
Sculpting out my thoughts slowly like Phidias (Okay)
And I know my mind is sick
Might need a CVS (Yeah)
Rewind my shit back like it's a VHS (Yeah)
Study all my flows, y'all runners up at best
And I passed with flying colors
I ain't need no test
But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have survivors guilt
Still having flashbacks of the night I got my nigga killed
Fell through yo spot around 12:30
And I made it back home
But couldn't bring you back with me (Damn)
Still remember like yesterday, we was doing 'bout a buck 50
And if you asking me about revenge, I'd tell you I need plenty
And to the lames who hit my nigga, please don't think that it's over
And if I ever run up on y'all niggas, y'all better pray that I'm sober

Written by:
CamRoyce Jackson

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