[Intro]
I wanna thank everybody for coming out tonight
This the kind of sh** Pierce would probably knock out in one take, but I got something on my chest so f** it
This my 04 Chappelle Show flow, but it's 2014 so imma need a 808
[Verse]
This the sh** that make my mother feel comfortable
The kind of sh** that make my brother feel confident
I'm on my front porch with a bag of weed, while he sending me texts saying he's loving what I've done for him
I text him back and say "I ain't got it all"
Took a hit from the blunt and feel it all in the heart
Cause what you supposed to tell a 16 year old?
I ain't gone lie man, I'm far from a hero
He said "You paved the way to be a greater me
You went to college, no daughter and you raised me
You don't know how it feel to be the little brother
But thanks for keeping it real, you still like no other
I pray that you get a deal and see your name in lights
Been trill, you ain't never been the hater type"
I'm thinking "Damn, that's deep" while I hit the weed
Walk inside and start thinking bout the sh** I need
If I just had about 500 dollars fall from heaven in my lap, I'll be in church every Sunday
I'll even ride around the city and back with a bible on the dash like I'm tryna be Gunplay
Cause life really starting to hit a n***a spleen
Got bills on top of bills and ain't none of the green
Living a dream life, man I want Hakeem life
Zack & Cody flow, man I'm living the Suite Life
Tryna get my picture on the cover of Essence
Just to show my mother, man your son is a blessing
Country little n***a coming straight from Texas
Peep the accent, bet them b**hes get wet then
Like, "Damn Tre, how you got it like that?
You the reason why I still give a f** about rap
You the reason I've been dreaming bout this place on the map
Man I know it get heavy with your town on your back
Speaking of, when that "Night In Dallas" sh** supposed to drop?
All that hyping that you did, then you left us in thought?
Got my little cuz walking round singing your songs
Man I felt that 'Hollywood' way deep in my bones"
They don't know I wrote that song on the phone with my pops
While laying in Young crib broke as f** on the couch
And the light bill hit and the rent ain't paid
And the landlord knocking tryna get that raise
And your name ain't on the lease, so you gotta peace out
Making 200 a week at your neighborhood job
Mumbling to yourself, "Man I can't wait to act Hollywood"
And that song ain't even blow how I thought it would
My pops taught me "Be strong, never show your sweat"
My cousin told me "Keep going, man I swear you next"
I'm at the crib writing songs bout the life I left
Man this tape gone put me on when I finish it!
Months pa** and I got a due date
Til Pierce hit me up and said "You heard that new Drake?
Man I swear to God this sh** sound like your mixtape"
Ironically that's how I felt, nothing could be the same
Damn
f** it, I ain't dropping sh** for a minute
For them b**hes try to tell me how I copied that n***a?
Hell naw, I've been losing my sleep on these beats
Lose a meal just to see that my team gone get to eat
To my little n***a keep your head up, no need to frown, homie
Cause I know Arielle looking down on you
You just spit that sh** that's laying on your soul
Give a f** about opinions, cause they never been around for you
And I'm waiting on a n***a to say they hate this sh**
I work harder than any n***a who make this sh** a hobby
Me and plus any n***a that's round me
These are just a couple notes from my diary
[Outro]
These are just a couple notes from my..
This sh** feel like 'Thoughts To Myself' remember that one?
It's still Heavy Handed regardless of all that bullsh**, we family n***a
Billionaire Dreams