A.Dd+ - Under lyrics

[Verse 1: Dustin Cavazos] I've had my gray days, pay days, maydays, emergencies An underdog, so I played with a sense of urgency I've had my good weeks, fought through the Mondays Thank the clouds so you'll appreciate the sun rays And every raindrop, and all your real friends ‘Cause they'll stick with you through some real sin God bless your soul and even though we made our love hurt I always thought I'd be with the one that I loved first I always thought I'd go to college, graduate with high B's But I'd go to cla** and leave to work on my hobbies Did my homework in the morning, didn't study for tests When I left with no diploma, all they handed me was debt Never saw it as a threat, never one to complain Read my name, Dustin Cavazos, you can be on your way Saw my name, Dustin Cavazos, the boy is on his way Said my name, Dustin Cavazos, man you did your thing Man, and I ain't even finished yet Paris, let's do Paris ‘cause my time is any minute [Verse 2: Paris P] Aw man, I got this thing for life And though everything in it ain't right, I want it twice I overdosed enough on that rocky road, washing all my dirty loads And the bullsh** don't conquer me, it gives me hope Facing the stars saying “Hell yeah, one day we gon' be famous.” Keep our faith and we can claim it, and it's clear as day is Binoculars be focused on them n***as trying to play us But I pray for all y'all, gotta love the haters Even when I'm on decline, that's a blessing in disguise And I learn to find myself every time Never superstitious, take this as a premonition Getting in my own way, I call that self-intervention Man I must be lost, excuse me while I'm venting Don't put your boy on mute, excuses for not listening The things we do to make it, Heaven please don't forsake me I only got one life to live, and that's the price of escaping A greedy heart will leave me with a personal relationship with d**h To the victor goes the spoils, won every battle with myself I'm at the end of that tunnel, see the light may be blinding But the lord ain't brought me this far to be thinking about rewinding Ain't made it yet, but still perfect timing I'm a smart n***a, but still screaming “Where my mind went?” Imagine me perfected, yeah, I may embellish But charge it to my wallet, give the devil too much credit [Verse 3: Slim Gravy] You can tell by the stories that I told I been through it like a 45 year old Without a port-a-pot to piss in, just want the pot of gold As a boy I didn't listen, but boy I didn't know Wishing I could do it different, choose another road Instead of dropping out of school, chasing after hoes Before I had dreams of making all these clothes Till I had kids, now I'm breaking into homes Just doin what I gotta, be for real Would you do it as a father, when yo' daughter says she's hungry Got no money, got no help, all you got right now is self And that 45 on the shelf, would you run up on a n***a, tell him “Give it up or else” No you couldn't, but I can ‘Cause them just the cards I'm dealt Yeah, you wouldn't understand [Outro: Paris P] Ma** appeal mixed with relevance My sh** reeks of excellence Same struggle, different worlds Every choice we make has a positive or negative consequence It affects people besides ourselves But I don't wanna get beside myself Yet, I always leave room