Epistra - Climb lyrics

Hook Even when you're on the standing edge You look down At your feet Got a long way to reach They can't see what you see Hold tight Go fight You just gonna watch me climb Verse 1: No possibility Mom had daughters she wasn't feelin me We gon' stop at two No walkin through cause this is k**in me But really wit my ability Show fertility I'm here for something meaningful Cause now this is a trilogy Little did she know Behold Here come the leo Doc was incorrect when he told Momma that she closed Tube tied baby you a blessing Doc was guessing Ima have trouble with my progression So depressing But I made it to that college mama Where they be professing And i got GPA Around 3.8 Drivin on the open freeway And runnin relays Livin life without a delay Or even replays But that don't mean events were ever missed Remembering the name of every girl i ever kissed Proving one in that a million can actually exist As i travel through the storms While fighting it through the mist I just tell em this Verse 2 Shoutout to charmaine Hope i can carry our name With half as much the bravery Genetics coulda gave to me Its hard to see you struggle like you do Remember all the things you used to juggle Hiking through The nights were blue But life just glued you to a chair No fair Like kids wit no hair Disease is like a cancerous This always what my answer is She sick and she immobile but alive I was only 5 eyes barely survive the cry- People kept on tellin me that god gon' let the good come out of it But i can't taste the good even if i took a thousand hits And dad he stickin wit her never tell him that I'm proud of it The reason i respect it when he say I'm not allowed to quit And stay strong For you momma y'all my motivation In that place when it gets difficult to speak And i got no quotation But i can promise y'all we gon make it Ima get the money have it liftin off Like a gold spaceship Verse 3 Nobody knows How close The body Goes to d**h Until they lay your clothes to rest Then put the roses on your chest And close the back Hard to think Ya boy was close to that Young and Thinkin bout the college booty I was sposed to tap It got me thinkin that I'm sposed to rap How you close to heavens gates And jesus let you bring some posters back Hold up Almost died in a corolla Now I stay providing music people Using when they roll up Ironic I knew my life would not amount to that d**h keep pa**ing me the ball And twice I bounce it back People thinkin yo he bound to crack Ain't nothin cracking except my knuckles When i dream about me countin stacks I grew up a little privileged We dont have them millis But ain't even close to frivolous Never pay attention Treat the money like the middle kid Riddle this Meltons growin up as rich little kids