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(Verse 1 - Caleborate) I can feel the sin in my lungs The magic in my skin The weight on my heart The flame on my pen The chip on my shoulder That stacking on 10 The blunt in my hand Helping me run from my friends Oh you got a problem That shit happens often Shouldering that tryna chase my dreams Is so exhausting Then I got haters actin’ like there ain't shit in they closet Well since we here talking I’ma empty mine out Let's visit my house No words really spoke Just me and my aunt working to dig ourselves out of holes I wake up everyday I roll what I got left And if I'm all out I know there's some on her shelf I know that's fucking low But low is where I'm dwelling I gotta make it now Cuz if I don't there's no telling I was 24 still sleeping on floors Sneaking girls in Still peaking through doors They say I'm slated to make it But that's not on this bank statement But I never even hear them real men stay patient I been here for 5 years Grinding harder than you think man So if pulling me down Is even close to what you thinking Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in I'm gon' stay forever You're the one that's gon' be leaving I'm gon' be heating up And you the one that's gon' be steaming I realize when I wake My peace of mind might be in danger I feel deep in my heart My biggest haters aren’t strangers I feel their energy They’re judging me for claiming Berkeley But it meant to me what Oakland meant to $hort when he was fourteen I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me What u look at Shoutout my to the all the ones That showed me love at all the cookouts (TBKTR forever, man, y’all know who you are) (Hook - Caleborate) And shout out to the ones that accept me for me And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact If you fuck around with me And shout out to the ones that accept me for me And shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact If you fuck around with me (Verse 2 - Kota the Friend) God speed to the women that I fucked with Grand rising to the only one that I lay up wit’ She in love wit’ me and she don’t care about no money My family say she gold digging I just think it’s funny Cuz’ she the only one that ever understood I am a museum She just come and look I am like a library she just came to read She don’t judge the books I be overseas we be hella shook I be out for weeks at a time now Weeks turn months From apartment to a duplex New day new stress Thinking bout the past When everything was bad Got a baby on the way A pregnant woman on my ass Bout the feelings I don’t have And the bag I don’t got yet Felt like I was fucking up a few lives Trapped in my mama crib Baby, baby mama I was out of it Working out the basement Glad I made it outta there I could move a mountain if I want to I could make somebody dreams come true I approach a struggle like it’s nothing new I lit up the tunnel I take Kota in the rain we be dancing in the puddles and he love me like a fool He taught me what is love Feel like I could never lose Even when this shit is rough Got a woman and she strong And if we have a daughter I ain’t worrying at all I know she gon' be a queen Cause’ she following her mom (HOOK - Caleborate) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) So shout out to the ones that accept me for me So shout out to the homie for selling me good weed You might catch a contact If you fuck around with me --- Contact - Caleborate and Kota the Friend