"Inspiration" lyrics
Drip God!
Only chasin' out the bands, fuck a ho
Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like, damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot, I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off and their true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me, grandmama, I made it
They ain't show us no love, now we famous
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
Overtime on that block, I was slaving
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young nigga racked up, bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on these pages
Trying to figure my own self out
For some time, I was going through some phases
Had a whole lot of shit going on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We missed church every Sunday
In the streets, it was shooters we was praisin'
Momma let the streets get a hold of Tim, and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head, seems like every day it was rainin'
Book bro 'nem flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my little niggas bangin'
Only chasin' out the bands, fuck a ho
Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like, damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot, I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off and their true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Playin' with the racks, Serena Williams
We went from Section 8 to millions
Procrastination is an illness
It's a lot of fake niggas in disguise
Out here advertising realness
On a date with destiny, and that bitch karma third wheelin'
Duckin' cops and drug dealin'
Shots fired, fell in love with guns, we find them new Glocks appealin'
You wonderin' why the block died and them "C"s posted up in parking lots and buildings
2014, took our first loss, man, the opps start drillin'
Now we see the "G"s that'll fit his beam, dot his head like Krillin
Was a snotty nose, wasn't shit to eat
In them corner stores, stealin'
Miss the old days, where I'm from so the past put me in my feelings
Four hour flight away from the slums, up in Calabasas chillin'
Only chasin' out the bands, fuck a ho
Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like, damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot, I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off and their true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Only chasin' out the bands, fuck a ho
Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like, damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot, I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off and their true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me, grandmama, I made it
They ain't show us no love, now we famous
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
Overtime on that block, I was slaving
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young nigga racked up, bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on these pages
Trying to figure my own self out
For some time, I was going through some phases
Had a whole lot of shit going on
Just tryna adjust to them changes
We missed church every Sunday
In the streets, it was shooters we was praisin'
Momma let the streets get a hold of Tim, and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head, seems like every day it was rainin'
Book bro 'nem flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my little niggas bangin'
Only chasin' out the bands, fuck a ho
Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like, damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot, I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off and their true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Playin' with the racks, Serena Williams
We went from Section 8 to millions
Procrastination is an illness
It's a lot of fake niggas in disguise
Out here advertising realness
On a date with destiny, and that bitch karma third wheelin'
Duckin' cops and drug dealin'
Shots fired, fell in love with guns, we find them new Glocks appealin'
You wonderin' why the block died and them "C"s posted up in parking lots and buildings
2014, took our first loss, man, the opps start drillin'
Now we see the "G"s that'll fit his beam, dot his head like Krillin
Was a snotty nose, wasn't shit to eat
In them corner stores, stealin'
Miss the old days, where I'm from so the past put me in my feelings
Four hour flight away from the slums, up in Calabasas chillin'
Only chasin' out the bands, fuck a ho
Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like, damn, I remember we was poor
Seen a lot, I done been there before
I only speak on the things that I know
Cut 'em off and their true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Thanks to jordan for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Polo G, Aidan Cahill McCoy
