Nick Gray - The Audible lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Gray] Ima give em a quick 6 If the QB pa** ima jump it and pick 6 Avoid every hit stick Slick but I won't slip Got tread so the whip whips Crack when the whip whips Got hands so I stack chips, make gymnasts do back flips I'm tryna make dad rich, happy he had kids Show him I am sh** Show him I can win Our nation really a nation got white red and black kids I came from the sticks they came from the bricks But we all got things in common like coppin kicks, rockin lids, I live to spit Got Dj's who live to spin If u a little drunk hit the spliff and start to spin, we all have the heart to win But its kinda hard to win when all odds against you Pot smoking underage drinking kids so cops against you But we above the rim like ten two Everything I've done and will do, and will say, I meant too I really did [Verse 2: Nick Gray] I've got nothing but breath The one thing everyone has in common is d**h Once the prerogatives met what's next When everyone's gone, is there anyone left(?) How do you who's right, how you can tell they correct How you sposed to react when things ain't whatchu expect them to be But realize, you gotta accept them as thee In real time no rewinds, no redo's, no sleep proves Dedication means, sleep deprivation means More time on music less time for education But f** education fees, what's education mean Knowledge is power, college is business, with too much profit in it But kids who don't get it get stuck washing dishes, mopping floors stocking fridges Off to war trained to k** Out the norm take a pill Out the lore came the real, cantcha feeeeel it Not many can it's too much to deeeaaal with