Conscious - 13 Cemetaries lyrics

[Intro: "Play it again, Sam"] [Verse 1] I've been waiting for a cold day So I could rock this cold sh** You're lucky you ain't seen my old ways, them old days But now days I still rock the cold fit Back in the 'yo like I left something I came to bring it back like I kept something Bless something That's church so It's only right I confess something Say only judge can judge me Well I don't believe in god, you're lucky Because I believe in my moms And I believe in my squad And I believe in my people So I could never go wrong I never feel I belong I'm outta place unless I'm making these songs Its dawned on me I haven't been in the bay in a long time And everybody's set on taking my home f** I'm creating a throne Trying to be the third Dr. Dre of New Orleans And come back to the 'Sco like I own it We believe that you wrote it, but you cloned it You either didn't know it Or thought we wouldn't notice Hoe sh**, damn, motherf**er You don't even deserve to be a focus All battles are won or lost Before they're even fought Call that sh** the trap until their a** got caught And rappers keep it real until their a** gets bought Is that what it's really about? I don't care, I'll make my own lane I ain't worried about the game I got my own issues that I'm trying to maintain If you've seen me on my campaign Then you could be the first to say That there's a demon inside of me Breathing it hides in me Three times the size of me Anywhere I go, it's always down to ride with me Victoria's Secret, confide in me Only the moon can see us All the reasons I should leave it But there's so much between us I f** them off and keep it At the show, nobody's there but my boy from the old block How the little homie is? Bout to hit a road block We're hip hop, bruh, can't stop won't stop We might got popped, but we don't get dropped Said he needs a father figure, but I think he's got plenty A gangsta' a** grampa living in central city I live in uptown, but got people in the ninth And my people in the seventh We're like gumbo we combine My pops told me, what you're looking at It be looking back I'm gonna give little homie what they thought he couldn't have Before I hit the studio I took about half Way I see it, if I keep giving it'll all be coming back All coming back 13 Cemetaries, all come in black And you won't see me coming with it Think it's all a gimmick? Bet it's real easy to be a f**ing cynic I should be in a cell for it I should probably be in hell for it But instead of letting it hold me back It propelled me forward So dwell on that I let my fam feast you just sell them scraps Redemption ain't a pension And your mention ain't ascension And I don't need your God to tell me that I've proven dedication to every city I've lived in I'm latching onto my rhythm While watching the room spinning My own cipher repeats situations that I've been in Not a second chance wasted Three strikes couldn't mimic how I've proven dedication to every city I've lived in I'm latching onto my rhythm While watching the room spinning My own cipher repeats situations that I've been in Not a second chance wasted Three strikes couldn't mimic how I've proven dedication to every city I've lived in I'm latching onto my rhythm While watching the room spinning My own cipher repeats situations that I've been in Not a second chance wasted Three strikes couldn't mimic How we got away with it all 4 am wake up call [Outro: "Play it again, Sam"]