Jacob Soto - Against the Wind lyrics

[Verse 1- Soto] I like to go against the grain I don't like to do the same as the other cats in the game, I like to get intriquete so you can get into it and you can tell this rap sh** is serious I like to pick up myself mentally if ididnt then I wouldn't be meant to be,i wouldn't be meant to be he who likes to go against the grain like the wind on the wings on a airplane (chorus) I had things When the world ain't on your side I had things Pray to god, but he will not provide I had things Hope to die, needle in my eye, I lost sight Need wings The wind against the plane How we ride Take flight! [Verse 2-Ronnie] I stepped off the 747 at 747 back to California to teach a lesson, all the things I lost because musical aggression got me inside stressin movin state to state to increase my lyrical weapon, got my mind flexin in my rhyme session now the deep down grime obsession got the grengo creepin conncection, this one destined keepin the next one guessin I'm the altament investment writing words like a testament hitin corners with no time conception back on the flight lost my connection airplane mode so also no textin leave a message, and I might jus check it, I wanna hear I got your money no funnysh** what I heard when a grengo stepped in I had things When the world ain't on your side I had things Pray to god, but he will not provide I had things Hope to die, needle in my eye, I lost sight Need wings The wind against the plane How we ride Take flight! [Verse 3- Sweetheartz] Expedite this cargo, nonstop, destination Gates of hell, help boarding the ramp Take-off I drink until I black out in first cla** Punish concourse with my last course A muffin, from my duffle, trouble terminally ill in a bucket Belt buckled, my stomach, the roughest Rummage in my luggage some baggage Claim to reach the jet stream with the fame Departure area lame I know you thought this was that thing Ditch out the plane back, iPod in hand Try and control your sudden impulses, man "when eveything goes against you The airplane takes off against the wind not with it" [Verse 4 - Hood, Soto] Wind blowing against my face movin place to place economy space I'm poor and this food ain't got no taste anyways, ima use money on weed and a case the world ain't been the same in days seem stuck in its ways soto sweetheartz and hood land and get praise like them oldies on tapes we rock n rollin hard u think we on skates we beyond gates Ronnie back from anchorage rappin in states we the one everyone hates cuz we on a misson which crossed our three fates and now theres money to be made , started dosin off woke up in my seat cuz we had to land late , I got up couldn't stand straight because all the damn drank as long as we land safe I think it would be damn great