Contact

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 ****ing 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 you 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)

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 **** 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 **** around with me

God speed to the women that I ****ed 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 about 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 ****ing 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 (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 **** around with me

(Yeah, 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 **** around with me