Write Intentions Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, they say never late is better, but better late than never

Or am I on time as long as it ain't your time

Right intention, but I was thinking with the wrong mind

Been a long time since that right place, wrong time

Treat that dirt they throw like seeds, it's only right you grow

It's certain shit that's better said, it's only right you know

Go to sleep, have a dream, wake up, see it through

If only you saw the greatness they send you

Haters gon' hate, but really they believe in you

Talk behind your back, but really they be needing you

And now you gotta digest, all that bullshit that they feeding you

And where the fuck is Beaver when you need someone to leave it to

Sheesh, gotta grind for a piece, Alright capiche

Clearly, all we wanted was peace, until you reached

Didn't look at your hand, now you read them and weep

Gotta play it smart, cause niggas playing for keeps out here

And think before you blink out here, cause even David made Goliath the giant shrink out here

That shit crazy, need a shrink out here

I seen shit that Ripley wouldn't believe out here

No make believe out here

Either you make rent or try to make bail

Carried by six or try by twelve, now let it dwell

In the mind, that's designed to prevail

In the system, that's designed for my kind to fail

Not a killer till you push me, but I'm kind as well

Work from nine to five, from five to nine, that's time for self

Gotta be good if I ain't bad at it

Slowly turning great into my bad habit, and honestly I ain't bad at it

Let the past be the past, ain't no getting pass it

But sometimes I felt like Mike, how I was walking backwards

I suggest that you keep reading this another chapter

And another chapter, after this other chapter

They say the game ain't told, cause it's sold nigga

In other words, the right player put you on nigga

And be wise with your words nigga

Even though you right, you just might be saying it to the wrong nigga

Yeah, sometimes you gotta let a nigga sink

Turn a loss to a lesson, gotta let a nigga think

For a couple hundred dollars, they'll let a nigga stink

And for a couple hundred likes, they be doing anything

It's like, niggas don't get the concept of being solid

It's a lot of goofy shit going on man

That it could be your own brother, your own cousin man, under that back door act, you feel me

You know what I'm saying, motherfuckers always got their hands out, but never ask to help you

You know what I'm saying, but who are you

Yeah, I mean, you gotta fill your pitcher up, before you get to pouring cups

What, you hear me? I say, fill your pitcher up, before you get to pouring cups

That's some real shit that might just go over niggas heads

You know, we fly like that, you feel me