Kevin - Make The Grade lyrics

Verse 1 Ay man I'm going through changes I'm at the point in life that we don't even call stages The younger rappers rolling here, y'all s**ers just aging But I'm praying, praying I'm not the end of the laser that he be aiming My momma gave me birth but momma I will give you life Girl you'll prolly be the only girl I'll love, could never grow apart Ay I'm a daredevil so me frustrating hell Spitting holy verses, you could use my songs just to pray Who got time to think what's legal when our thoughts are f**ed up? Daily n***as getting shot, if not they're getting cuffed up Dirty deals keep coming and all my homies want in Ain't in love with the game though my heart's sinked in it This only the begging Doubt if I'll ever finish The demons got a n***a, ain't prayed in a minute First step in getting healed; n***as gotta admit it But big question is; do these n***as really mean it? Ay do black kids always first gotta suffer while all the white boys smile everytime they cuff us? And do black kids spend their lives chasing fathers? Just to hear the motherf**ers say they f**en love us But I'm through with that I call the n***a 10 times, he ain't ringing back My momma told me though I'm too f**en closed-minded, uh Ain't even seen it yet Trynna be the best there is…like a quarter back I'm leading from the front line; ain't used to running back I'm talking ‘bout my life here; the type of sh** you cannot fax While I keep doing rap You n***as doing crack Putting pieces all together, you can't even go through that Ay, why you mad homie? Fronting ‘cause I'm spitting facts? You getting kicked down, but me I fight back You're making hot lines, I'm making hot tracks You n***as only walking, but me I ran these tracks Love, Kevin