So Far To Go (Freestyle)

I'm lost tryna find life

Supposed to follow behind christ

But at night be texting old girl to see what that behind like

Been in my word lately tryna spend my time write

But stressed out smoking herb tryna get my mind right

Am I a hypocrite or real enough to admit the shit

Am I a hypocrite or real enough to admit the shit

Nigga

If you don't know nothing bout price know I'm sucka-proof

Yeah I'm number 1 but gon' forever push the number 2

My daddy had the glass house

And he had on colors too

And I was in the back my head was bobbing with a cup of juice

Got a little older playing pogs

I was scuffing shoes

Then I started hooping

Ya boy was getting buckets too

In middle school

Me and ju was the trouble 2

Clipse grindin or dipset what we was crumpin to

Dre, kanye, outkast we was bumpin to

And all them slow pretty ricky songs we was humpin to

Robert kelly grind bumpin to

Then I started trouble oooh

High school I always used to disrespect the substitute

Now I'm in the office mama mad cause she coming through

I'm in that bitch talkin back like I do what I wanna do

She smackin me across the head like boy what type of son are you?

Matter fact go pack your bags I had enough of you

(Get the fuck out my house!)

Fuck it cool

I hit 2nd street where all the homies tucking 2's

They hit the alley and duck and shoot

Might fuck around and then bucket you

Raised around guns but quick to show you how them knuckles do

I swear this shit ain't nothin cool

So I tried to get away

And fell in love with you

Music, my getaway

I hope I'm cuttin through

Cause I realize

Dealin with women is like dealin with goodwill

It ain't nothing new

I'm fucking through

Moving so fast now we are

Nearly at the edge bout to jump

Out and

And take flight

Off in the sky

Over the lights

All like it's time

We pay dues

Now we got

Nothin but straight grooves for you

And it just don't stop

Look

I do it with passion or not at all

And tell my girl you keep trippin you'll prolly fall

I hate twitter, instagram, facebook

Tumblr's cool

Still check them, think I'm addicted to all of ya'll

Sitting here

Phone in my hand more than stuck

I don't even know if I like it or just bored as fuck

Speaking of stuck I hated weed

And anyone that smoked it

Til I toked it

Passed to a beautiful bitch-

Woman, fuck

Sorry I'm high

What it's gon' be like when we make it

I text my girl 'I'm at the studio send me nakeds'

And you know right after the shower she gon' snap for me

Just because I stand up and all these people clap for me

At parties niggas mad because they girl wanna dance with me

But never out of pocket cause they prolly wanna rap for me

Remember long nights

With me price

And lil anthony

And that shit feel like yesterday

I had a crazy past 2 weeks

Niggas know my people

You know my family

You know my squad

Them niggas rap good as fuck man I know it's hard

And by them niggas I mean hit boy price and I

Are the reason the city is finally certified

You niggas hatin is gon' be

Hypocrites or real enough to admit the shit

Choose quickly

Is you niggas gon' be hypocrites

Or real enough to admit the shit

I don't know why niggas fronted a while back

Like we ain't shit nigga

Or why la women fall in love with these ain't-shit-niggas

Or why these ain't-shit-niggas always come 'round lying

Well

I mean, I guess mistakes is proof that you tryin'

These brandy 'wanna be down' ass niggas that fronted

See us now with everything that they wanted

But oh no

I need them fake handshakes

I need them 'nigga keep killins'

I need them texts at 3am for the thrillin'

I need good weed that feel like penicillin

I need

Better music like dilla that got this feelin

And if you can't supply that

Then you can't supply crack

Which means drug dealers no longer need you

We've got so far to go