P. Soul - 3am Thoughts/4am Concerns lyrics

I saw myself in the mirror and I was just wasn't proud You been ignoring the open window that come around I mean lets say we begin And beings lazy a sin You rather Greg crazy with friends And then you staging your end And with all the time lost you degrading your pen And know you living check to check gotta save for the rent noome to blame but yourself Coulda have the fame and your wealth But n***as rather spend it all on chains and a belt I mean I never understand but each is it own I'm reminded of my faults when I'm deep in the zone And you always gotta peep who you keep in your home It ain't no fool in metwice no repeating my wrongs Cause I learn learn allll from my mistakes I drive to get it I get in in different kinda ways We come from crooked fathers Ancestors Brooklyn Dodgers Generated to gangsters, ballers, and crooks and mobsters My generations be Christians They tell em look for Harvard So I run the game for saint but Reggie bush the starter I'm bout to wild today and cheer like its 2008 Back when my president is black was something proud to say (harder emotion)cause haven't seen change and Uzi drive a green range And life is draining everybody's hope it's such a mean game It'll slapped me in the face I got a taste just as teenage I think about my past I chose my path i go complete rage Cause I feel just like a author Got a story to tell Where you choose two paths either glory or hell I mean we all got a road to follow Perform shows apollo And just blow colossal Believe me n***a I know Some listening thinking damn This far fetched But I'll be shooting for moon, and hit the stars next But all we could do is ride All we do is ride We got to cause when down to your f**ing last who can stop you Cause n***a n***a I know how to get it Rhyming just for the sake of rhyming Making deals with Bills sI gotta face the timing But I'm ill with sk**s a n***a patient minded The beat k**ed and drilled a I gotta faced violence It's flu season these n***as hating for 2 reason Other rappers is salty a n***a too seasoned Other averages and faulty Im a just a cool deacon Im too great great- with a new tape Like dude wait Im like buggy im hopping to never lose faith And mike bibby a the mind I gotta shoot straight And most likely supreme leader of new age n***as shooting machines heaters and tools blaze The game full of the feinss divas and blue haze n***a listen to music like this dudes great A small mixture of d darkly quite and Lupe A tall n***a it's all scripted what you say He clearly all I been k**ing the cla**ics Making the Good music and appealing to ma**es Man they feeling this ba*tard/ the realest of rappers Surrounded by the goats never chilling with average I remember days when I didn't have the worries I remember days me and Parris had em nervous I remember days when we k** it purpose And now they gonna pay me service It's worth And I remember days when we was choppin at the function I remember days when we didn't have nothin All them late night on the grind count for somethin So f** all the stupid a**umption I see through all moves like John wall and Brad beal I'm mad real Lets get it popping like Advil But when you see your people dying it's a sad feel Enjoy life you never know when your last meal It's so trife and crazy just how a blast k** So please the judging me of my past still Cause soon all a n***a rocking is pastel The best coming from DMV since fat trel n***as quiting and snitching they grow a rats tail Like dude broke how the hell you make a fast bail Putting out garbage albums for a fast sell Don't needs that- the games faded like cheap tats I preach facts I piss music and bleed rap So f** no I don't need negative feed back Cause honestly I been dope