Stargate

Used to be roofs and brews, now life's confused

Tryna rifle through like a Rubik's Cube

Decipher why in spite I'm nice to view in this spiteful mood

But from the outside, it look like my life improved

My attitude must had to do with how I grew up rapping in New York

If I had moved, might have been a nicer dude

I might have been more average too, it's the environment I was in

If I wasn't live as them I'd try again then (try again)

He like to battle, I just had to prove

Myself, I was emphatically shy, so I'd have a few casual

Turned into a habit I'd abused

Shit, it had him smacked in school

I had the right to incite the dude

Only thing I liked to do, besides rolling up and writing too

I'm rightfully rude, I'm trying to be the boldest one

If you hold your tongue, you'll get cycled through

Left out to dry, your pride will prune, you well aware

Y'all are well aware of where I spent my formative years

Sippin' forties at the 40th Pier

Getting the groggy, my body impaired, I swear

Everything was foggy for years

Pour the backwash out the glass, saw it all clear

I'm in my thoughts, you could applaud

For them centuries full of long face, I need a charm

I need a strong break, I'm still involved

With niggas who with me long way, you niggas soft

Niggas know what I'm on, gang, I'm taking off

Switching, caught in the wrong lane, we feel the losses

Kisses in every song made, I keep a RAW

The filling, it give the song wave, gripping aww

I'm still alarmed, the vision and the façade fake

I'm still a dog, I still hit the bar

Pissy from getting tall drank (I hear them whisper)

Them niggas is full of soft grain

I felt the odd from this mission, I couldn't call faith

My biggest flaw in my spirit, I should absolve hate

Swear it's like the bigger I saw, the more them walls caved

Hard lil' BIC in the dark, it show the walk way

This ain't no skip in the park, this should be all day

Called us from my mystery ark, this where it all changed

Crawling from the pit of your arms like it's the fall safe

And where do pity belong and will the harm fade?

Product of them immigrant laws, infinite heartache

This the shit we be on, that's how the cards play

(Cards play, cards play, cards play, cards play, cards play)

I promise this the shit we be on, I had to partake

Bottle and them symphonies goin, stargate