Clouded

(Shit crazy) In a hotel room blazin' Watchin Portland trail blazing The disrespect be blatant But, I ain't the one who take it Life is what you make it Guess I made a mess Been puttin' wax in all my jays like that's gon' save the stress No room for errors or complaints Just gotta play ya best Then let big homie do his thing You know he'll take the rest They told me put it on myself so I just placed my bets Then, count the money I just made within that very breath I said I, Tread lightly Watchin' niggas that live to spite me The only nigga thats puttin' on for his city nightly The only nigga that gotta "go help my niggas" psyche You wanna fight me, Winnin' is not what's likely Uh You betta strap ya nikes up and go & get to the cake Why you focused on your past like that's gon lead to a break Why you not focused on the task that he put straight in your face Now you lookin' like you stuck in your space You betta' Get wit' God Go and work on your faith Don't be standing here, Just dumb in the face You betta' Get your act together Organize Then, work on your place It's nothing waiting for you here And this your chance to escape I wrote flows, slept on floors and been hit the bottom Not a life of scholar but I hustled for a dollar I'm not sayin' that they don't but, That shit wasn't me I tried to live a life for me And all it brought me was a scheme Once a dream Now, it seems that shit part of a plan You start wit nothing in hand Then, work to hustling grams Now you punishin' Damn You gotta' stick to the plan Reinvestments bring you closer to your goals, You won't believe me Out in Cali', feelin' peachy The owners, they wanna meet me To sit and talk down businesses The game I give, I live wit it Cuz shit, that's the point of game It ain't no point in having game if you cant hand it down your name That shit strange I don't understand what these niggas be on Tried to use me like I'm one to lean on And even though I sing songs, I'm not for catchin' vibes They tried to illustrate they lies while I was out here passin' time Outer mind, body, soul Experiences I'm livin You know I saw the truth, That shit was vivid And shit get wicked on the tipping scale Ain't no room to fail Or avail all your broken dreams You want deposits so you gotta go through lotta things And as that caged bird sings, I stay focused on the bag like it's the lottery Livin' without apology Way you out here movin'? You livin without a policy While game, I'm givin' modestly And honestly, I'm fed up with the bullshit Hope the storm is present and it knock you off yo pulpit Grasping for the Heavens even though I sprayed the full clip Workin' like a toolkit You try too hard Clouded memories can only take your mind so far Be cautious