ReQ Cartier - Conscience Music lyrics

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ReQ Cartier - Conscience Music lyrics

Listening to Kendrick & tweeting a couple b**hes// Is my regular agenda since college I couldn't finish// A dream of being a lawyer is now diminished// Cause sallie Mae won't give me a loan// I'll prolly be on my own, like when a father leaves a mother// In dire need of some support, so my friends become my brothers// Scrambling for change, just to recycle some sh** up in my cycle// Let's eat, like it's the last supper// I feel like Jesus, I'm bringing a bunch of people together// With so many against me...// It seems like everybody hates ReQ// The cameras is on, they'll prolly watch me to my d**h// I struggle to eat, rather spend my money on these beats// Till my message is heard, I rather sleep when I'm deceased n***a// That's grind for ya// Stone cold voice, that's the bottom line for ya// I see so many doubtin my decisions// Like raven-symone tho, I got a vision// Hoping that you follow me n***a & I ain't talking twitter// But you prolly won't// I'm spitting knowledge that n***as prolly won't ever quote// Whatever floats ya boat// I never tried to make a difference// I'm painting a picture, n***as can't afford, my lyrics vivid// But I'm rather timid// Debating my decisions// Drop out of school, try to make it with this rap sh**// I'm hoping that I see a million// My mama proud that her only boy 21// Never been to jail & I never had to use a gun// Hard times motivate for change n***a// You a rapper too but we ain't the same n***a// You see me struggling to make it in this game n***a// Feeling like Alicia cause you still don't know my name n***a// Ha, these rap n***as lack a common mind// So I k** em off of the books like its columbine// Dot telling me I haven't reached my prime// While ciara thinks my weakest sh** is ahead of time// Yet I contradict// I rather be on the commercial sceneee// Counting money & infinite b**hes, yeah it's all a dream// But instead, I'm working fast food// Tryna help my mother make it in a world where money has no value// New Yorkers stealing credit// To do a lil debit// Illegal moves to impress these b**hes// So you buying Gucci for a coochie// That probably got a history longer than them bugattis// & that sh** been hot since 99// But I digress// Lyrically venting this sh**, that sit up on my chest// In an effort to live the suite life, brothers keep ya head tight// Never let em take away ya dreams, f** a red light// Conscience Music