DjayCas - Promises lyrics

[Verse 1: Rewind] While you n***as was sleep, I was steady grinding While they was petty talking, I was steady rhyming They was in the spotlight, I was on Osama; Naw, I wasn't hiding, I was just designing See, they did it for the kicks they was on they Ferragamo While I put my team on like they was designer threads I'm the cloth of my city, I stitches of the trenches And if you don't remember I will freely jog your memory I just pray we work it out like I'm all about my fitness This has never been an image its just always been young wizzy On these tracks I handle business, this the ballad of John Henry Still driving, with real rhyming not finished until all my listeners listen I mean listen don't just hear it, until the finances sufficient And these friendships with this phoniness gets distant or done ended [Hook] I promise every time I talk, I promise to give you the real I promise you this is my heart, exactly how this n***a feel[x2} I promise, Oh Lord I promise[x2] [Verse 2] Promises promises, broken promises promises Obviously honored spit, poetic and prominent Provided to all of you, like a ho that's promiscuous I'll show you what ironic is, in this basement writing I'm in This zombie state of mind, yet I've never been so alive The pistons turn and the pencil writes, now I'm pissed on life Cause a n***a got will ma, like Flinstone's wife And similar to the Flintstone's ride, my drive is from my soul These n***as they don't know, that what I'm floating on Is more than hope, this is more than some sh** I wrote When I'm bored at home, control those bars like a warden though When I'm wyling, I'm a stay awhile, treat raps and tracks like a boarding home And your decline and fall will be more depressing Than a chick PMS'ing in autumn after postpartum I'm sorry yo This is something I cannot be sorry for [Hook] [Verse 3] I used to want the wealth the fame, the dames and all the baller sh** Now I just want half, but half of me, it still wants all of it That's why I can't call it quits, ' Because every time I leave the booth I realize why I entered it To give you the most intricate, sentiments, lyricist with sense Showing you the differences from images rendered on your TV sets Media ain't teaching ya, the television tells lies vivid It so scripted, but our kids they listen to Viacom Who inspires wrong, so I fire off, with this mic and cord Until I'm hired on, they want it for them I got a higher cause They like that lion cause, the cowards ain't got the courage to go against the odds I'm spreading knowledge I'm conscious ain't got no backpack on I like to think I'm fresh ain't got no tats or no damn snap back on [Hook] [Verse 4] I'm spreading knowledge I'm conscious ain't got no backpack on I like to think I'm fresh ain't got no tats or no damn snapback on I rap with a....