Myke Charles - All Aboard lyrics

[Verse 1:] Man I been writing like my life f**ing depends on it I been white at the knuckles Tryna discuss the sh** that's going on An empty bank account with no ends on it You n***as chuckle I struggle just tryna find my way This life will cut you like a tree with no limbs on it Haters will buck you for Jordan's and belt buckles man I can't pretend like my name ain't got no sins on it Bet I'm a hustle on the come up 'til a find my way I see it clear like windows with no tints I'll be damned if I don't blow like a soul that don't repent Yeah a n***a don't got no 0's on his statements What I got though is this crazy a** flow that don't make sense Tell these players don't let go of they ho if she so thick That I notice it from the front, than we both know what's up I swear that I would take that pretty a** home so quick Hit it then evict you like you ain't been paying your rent I promise I'm such a gentleman But if you linger thinking you gon' get a ring You just gon' get the middle finger ma'am I ain't that rapper that came up from drug slinging I grew up in middle cla** America and loved singing, damn I got an inkling it's gon' get much darker ‘Fore that sun start shining now I'm thinking ‘bout my father When his son gon' start shining in the night like a sparkler Probably when I make you get off the wall like Peter Parker And spit the flow that got you feeling like you need a parka We gon' weather the storm, I'm pouring letters I form From the clouds in my mind, they say that I'm outta time I pop the crown on this watch and rewind And then I sigh like (sigh) [Verse 2:] I've wanted this for my whole life so, I'm liable to get impatient Writing every night so this little light glow, just tryna make it I play one of my idols for a little inspiration Then I f** the track up with this ink, that's penetration And I been invaded by men with jaded perspective on what cool is Heavily sedated I'm steadily aiming this hatred at these fools sh** You ain't f**ing with me, get an education I still hear them fetters clanging n***a I want a better nation ‘Cause this ain't rap (no), this is real life I was on that TV thinking this is what it feels like Thought I'd come home and blow up, and make a mil Then that money got abstinent on me, yeah real tight I wanna make this ceiling my floor, and this floor my foundation This old apartment my basement And ceilings on 2-doors something we don't need anymore I need awards for being best in my ward Pressed in a wardrobe, that you will not find in these stores Life is short So why the f** am I stressing bout things that I can't afford Why I can't I be content in a Ford, I don't know but I'm lifting off from this port all aboard… [Outro:] Yeah... I'm lifting off, yo All aboard This is my flight plan My f**ing write every night plan sh**, my get right plan…yeah