Belong (feat. Amanda Gibeau, Sage & Sarah McCabe)

Oh, oh, ohh, oh Mm, mm, mmm, mm Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah And I know I belong here Was born to sing a song here There's no way that I'm wrong yeah The force in this one's strong yeah I might be here for long But then again I might not Either way I know I'm always in the right spot There's synchronicities That tell me that my life's locked into these trajectories That simply make a better me The road ain't simple though There's so many complexities I'm building my dexterity To help me find some clarity Because it get foggy when I work a lot My eyes strained trynna visualize the perfect spot Of where I need be Not realizing where I've been is more important I've toiled through some struggles I've got bundles of assortments So my new responsibility is carrying humility And letting individuals know we have the ability to WIN, even when you hurting and you cannot grin Told you that I'm not defined by my skin Cause I know that God is judging what's within But I'm working no excuses See those tools are really useless Ain't incompetent, I'm lucid Strategic with my movements Who's this? I went from running streets to institutions West Atlanta grammar spitting academic standards had em clueless Yo I came from where it's ruthless Where they wanna whip the roofless Take you back a hunnid years Where black and white divides was looking like illusions We moving and they replacing We call that gentrification They hang us just like a drape And keeping us slaves outside of Macon They pitched us crack And kicked us outfield Now to make it back We kill each other and then clout build I swear it's so disgusting Hustling Losing Trust in All these Banks they Want my Muffins I'm getting a grip I got me a bag and went on a trip One on my hip Belt, jeans they never slip I put in time, I went for the walk Only told shawty I wanted to talk Now I'm just hoping it rain on my chalk Ugh. Dam The water it flows It drip like my nose Whenever I go She want me to know She feel like a rose In one of the rows Of all of my I gotta stop Waiting for God I be watching the clock Pray that I don't gotta get me a glock Hunnid percent I'm in need of a tint Shawty so fine I might need me a mint Got that sticky roll it smooth just like butter Hit a milli then they mail in my clutter I just pray that I don't lose sight of the way Imma sheep Near my Shepherd imma stay What a day To be V-A-K-WEEKS Or Pragmatic SENA HERO on the beat So I ain't worried if it's tragic My thanks to God that this is happening I cannot imagine where I'm going next Don't matter bout the traffic