GPS (direction?) Lyrics

I need to let my soul breathe for a minute

See my conscience is choking

Done OD'd on dreams, now nobody's as dope as me and my city, show me what dope is

My uncles told me what dope is

My mama showed me what hope is

Now I want dollars, say

I need more knowledge, now I go to college and

To no surprise, I'm still trapped in this blank space

Could've sold crack if I wanted to be an inmate

You welcomed us here with open arms

And then you lock us up inside these here walls and tell me

Do everything except for what I love

And I lose all my time and no progress is won

I mean, my mind is mine, so let me be free, sir

In us, we trust, we put it right on the T-shirt

I disrespect authority, but respect me, sir

Slavery ended, you ain't no master to me, sir

We never know which way it's gon' go

But we move like we know

Our every move can get dough

Just gotta find our groove and we gone, gone

Refrain from gangbanging, see we arrange our lives to never upset our angels

Stroll streets with no peace, I'll give a piece of my mind

But just know, my hood instincts never get left behind

Take life at different angles

Keep my dogs close so them po-po don't be tryna detain 'em

Never wanna be famous, I just wanna create

And make sure me and mine never see section 8

I'm in a race with race, and a race with fate

I know them pale folks be nervous when they see my face

I know a few who love me as if I was their own

And it's my word, I won't forget em when the homies got the throne I mean, I

I could be arrogant with it and say I hate all of you niggas, but that wouldn't be Christian

And I would be no better than the people that hung us

Invite 'em into my life and let em become us

We never know which way it's gon' go

But we move like we know

Every move can get dough

Just gotta find our groove and we

On homie, I can see the goals now they in, arms reach

And you would never see the boy getting cold feet

Now let me elevate your mind help you broaden your investments

Travelled miles with these rhymes, I'm just checking off my checklist, yeah

The homie Coast had said it best

See we could settle for gold, but where's the value in that?

We need a platinum award for making something out of nothing

Wait

Life's a movie, I get foolish when I direct

I don't believe in stress, but I confess

I worry about the future too much, like Roc, what's next?

I confess, I ain't been responding to texts, yeah

But that's just how it gets when you unimpressed with having loans on your plate when

You craving steak and cops got your life hanging onto their waistband

Nobody guaranteed a nigga's safety, forget about them pigs, I'm tryna bring home the bacon

We never know which way it's gon' go

But we move like we know

Every move can get dough

Just gotta find our groove and we

We never know which way it's gon' go

But we move like we know

Every move can get dough

Just gotta find our groove and we gone, gone