Pistol - Connect The Dots lyrics

[Intro] Today, I want to tell you three stories from my life That's it, no big deal. Just three stories The first story is about connecting the dots [Verse 1: Pistol] Mic check, one two, check two three I wanna' be the next Bruce lee I want a S.u.v I wanna' see people judge me fairly And not compare me to any of these thugs (please) I wanna' see d** free,and see the world through a quarter case of bubbly I wanna' go to clubs free, and keep this stubble on my face so you trust me Is it just me or is it my time? It must be Excuse me I'm rusty, dust off my notebook And bust off with no hook, Yall Mc's disgust me Journalist discuss me, whats the fuss about?(come on) Love me or cuss me out, I don't give a f** b I'm lucky and a little talented More importantly I learned how to balance it To black out your power grid New york rappers rise and fall like the towers did Hit the wall harder than a thousand mile an hour skid The leak'll make you hydroplane I mixed the hydroponic jane, with the pain pill inside the vein Trained still inside my brain, and I need to get rid of it Cause every little bit of it is dullin' my senses As dense as my skull is, intense as my life is Everything is for sale just tell me what the price is From white picket fences, my vice is intense With a tight grip condensed so I might seem defenseless Nah I'm just quiet, You should try it! I'm the type of guy girls come by to get high with But ill start a riot To give rap back to the black kids who built from scratch Till these pirates, Snatched it and sold it Your platinum and gold sh**, couldn't strike a match to my old sh** I get lifted , pick up the pen and start to write I might, have the heart to finish what I start tonight I fight, drink, light weed, drive at light speed Arrive drunk, armed with any drug I might need and leave! Crash that S.u.v, It sounded ill Since 93 shoutin' at my neighborhood from now until Im still a down the hill product of the melting pot Parking lot pharmacist in hell ain't never felt this hot Life's a gamble, f** stocks we invest in slots Light a candle, sip scotch we ingestin' shots I don't paint pictures I just connect the dots I don't paint pictures I just connect the dots I don't paint pictures I just connect the dots Paint pictures...Connect the dots (Outro) You can't connect the dots looking forward You can only connect them looking backwards So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future You have to trust in something, your gut, destiny,life ,karma, Whatever Because believing that the dots will connect down the road Will give you the confidence to follow your heart Even when it leads you off the well warned path