TripOne - Hands Behind His Back lyrics

[Intro] I'm just tryna get it for everyone Make it for all of y'all Trying not to delay it But uh... look [Verse 1] My life's not perfect so my life's worth it I'd risk it all to give it all up to a good person Momma's house purchased, designer blouses and purses Put Em in a BMW like it ain't even splurging Cause she's worth it I care about my own, I wanna sit you on a throne To live in luxury She told me to hurry, slow poke I promised that she'd meet JT, that sh** was no joke And we could go to dinner, not worry about who pay Introduce my mom to Michael Bublé Who say that anything's impossible, I make these statements plausible I cause trouble like a skater, flip a double entendre, tool Done nothing but good, let's see what the karma do Make a wish, be calm, maybe read a psalm or two Truthfully I feel like we do deserve it all In due time, throw bouquets at my curtain call [Hook] I'm just tryna get it for everyone I'm just tryna make it for all of y'all Making all of these statements Trying not to delay it Keep on playing for payment Til these hands hit the pavement I'm just tryna get it for everyone [Verse 2] I texted Em some real sh**, I hope she gets the message Cause the writing's sentimental, every letter sent, I meant it She told she believed, not sure if I feel the same But we both know to give our hearts to find love in our games We have the same goals, see it better as we run farther One more step til we become step son and daughter Brother sister, watch over I need to take it up a notch, hold up I need more money for me and more, Mia, oh lord Held in my arms not even one day after she was born It's only right I give you all I can, then give you more I've been dreaming so much lately, only thing I can afford Hand-sewn custom dress by Tom Ford First cla** to anywhere you could explore But think big, anything could be yours I just want to see little Mia applaud Applaud [Hook] [Verse 3] And I can't escape the comments like, "cracker, why you on this? This a black man's craft, white man, be honest" No matter the differences there's still one thing in common Split the black and white and in between there's green, the commas I'm tryna buy the gold chain that make Nas' eyes squint You just tryna move your family up and out the projects I got that Respect you got a reason but I got one too You'd be surprised of all the things that I been through I remember 2011, lost my pops in June Open casket, front row at the funeral, I lost my cool Look in my eyes don't I deserve something? With everything I'm handing out, can I earn something? Too much stress now, almost thought I'd check out Start to wonder if hip-hop was really the best route Everybody looking at me like I'm blessed now Like I could... (He could change the world with his hands behind his back, oh)