Thornton Street
Cordae
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Yeah, uh Hey, yo Alright My mom had a nigga at the age of fifteen Was forced to drop out of school to take care of a king She had a desire to sing and I admire these things At times a nigga feel guilty, I retired her dreams Imagine, sky's the limit, you mind your business Then you pregnant with a street nigga baby, the odds against us But never mind 'cause your son be livin' upper echelon They be talkin' 'bout me from the barbershops to hair salons Real impact, somethin' you never could fathom My first album went gold, I think my next one is platinum And it's okay that you ain't think that I would make it in rappin' You wanted me to go school so I could make somethin' happen I understand it, the way shit is goin', you couldn't plan it But raisin' two kids on your own, how did you manage? From apartments to trailers, was livin' with granny Years later, front row, it's how we sit at the Grammy's And say, we all gotta cry sometimes Unfortunate, when our loved ones die, wish I could buy some time I be stressin' so of course I get high sometimes Mix the Puma with Givenchy to get fly sometimes And yeah, we all gotta live someday Woke up plottin' on my next move, we tryna get rich one day Have a house with a wife and some kids one day Damn, I got somethin' to say Ayo, section eight with foods stamps, refrigerator was packed You hate it when I talk about this, but I'm statin' the facts Before I dropped "Family Matters," should've sent them a text I guess that shit was only right that the resentment was next My pops taught me a lot, I give that nigga respect He went to prison for a while and used to call me collect And yeah, we lived in different states but we would always connect When I got robbed at gunpoint, you took the bus up to check Almost lost my favorite aunt because of shit that I said Niggas formin' their opinions based on shit that they read I be dealin' with a lot, I take this shit to the head No complainin', though this shit is ultra drainin' My whole life is a canvas, I'm supposed to paint it You can't tell? I'm the new Jean-Michel My future is a sure thing like the don Miguel This ain't background music, boy, these rhymes are felt They say, we all gotta cry sometimes Unfortunate, when our loved ones die, wish I could buy some time I be stressin' so of course I get high sometimes Mix the Puma with Givenchy to get fly sometimes And yeah, we all gotta live someday Woke up plottin' on my next move, we tryna get rich one day Have a house with a wife and some kids one day Damn, I got somethin' to say Uh, yeah, you know, uh This four-pack, man It's just, all songs from the heart, dawg Just somethin' to hold y'all over 'til I'm done with the album Man, truth be told, uh I'm more of a perfectionist than anything But um, next body of work comin' soon "From A Bird's Eye View"
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Written by: Cordae Amari Dunston
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