This remind me of before we had Sleepin' peacefully, never a pile of drugs Everybody was college-bound, no dollar In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no bus My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What you takin'?" I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm sayin', I got one to take and I'm waitin' on her Wrote her a 3 page letter, 3 days later, Never hit me back, she my heart So now he me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?" I pretend not to be depressed, she wrote me back I hit him back like "Yo', well fuck her, on to the next" I that message thinkin' I'm awkward, Prolly' never have sex You know in high school, 16 you late My hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date." So he sent me this to some girl I had never seen He said to call and her "Walter sent you, you with me." I about it for a minute, like what's his intentions? I mean, we really got along or used to kick it In fact, if I remember vividly, he on me He used to beat me up and my sneakers every family visit I'm skeptical to let her I'm Walter little cousin What if this all a joke, then again, what if it wasn't? Would I really risk the chance of me fuckin' On stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him? not I finally called her, tell her Walter me My name She asked me what's the color scheme that we wear to prom I'm actin' I'm not excited, tryna play it off So the car we're takin'? Worst worst, my mom can take us I'll call Walter, thank him, he don't trip and just wear black He said she and they go back, if any problems, send him back I never had to, but now we're in He messaged me like not to be a nuisance... But he like 30 dollars on all his prom suit shit I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the that I can do." He tell me him the addy and he'll slide after school I'm like, "Ok, bet," never knew where he at He walked the street, hella surprised, This where place at? Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my Rena And I'm too, my family knew, kept this a secret Me and cuz down the street, living different lives he on the bus, me, I get a ride I gave him 30 on the porch, he went inside He tell me, "Thank you," then he back home with a smile He tryna it, but I see his dimple I'm thinkin', "Damn, that was simple" I'm shit, I know he hoop, I'm like, Aye, where the rim, He like, Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly as shit, tho. I my brother not So all 3 of us went to the and ran some niggas off the court I'm hella passive, I was passin', I have to score The day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up My gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin' She hopped out of her car and said her name was Jada My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna it playa Gave her the croissant, or Or whatever the my mom handed me And said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik", ties My taught me how to tie up a tie my dad lived in NY That's prolly why I was shy, so Took pictures on the porch, and then we for the prom and Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different So he text me like, "Cuz, this the spot. Let's up later And bring Jada through," prom flashed, I kept it We show up to the function where she a change of clothes I'm lookin' around like, Damn, I don't nobody We at this party out West and Jada to get dressed I'm fakin' like I'm text Some stranger get really close, I swear I hear his breath Then he put a knife to my Gave me the run down like, "Jada my And if you hit her, fuck her, make her ya, I'ma kill ya!" At this point, I'm just Wondering where the Walter He shows up like 30 minutes our altercation I never it to him, he kinda overprotective And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat nigga's skull in Turn his body a skeleton, and our end terrible I and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go
Said you're used to getting everything way... Tthis not how that happens this time, gotta fuck with your boy?
Walt went to St. Louis, had a ride for his hoopin' Him and his coach got into it, now he home doing music, aye I was at Columbia, a near straight A student I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that was stupid He transferred to Robert Morris, always living the street My class let out at 2:40 and his let out at 3 Mama me where the hell I been and where the hell I be "I'm with Walter, mom, I'm safe" I keep walkin' in here I might off in your bed, I get girls now, I get laid I get caught up followin' Walter, I'm a of my age He to erry' girl in downtown Chicago Wingman, I cannot fly He was in Cal Impala, he was that nigga in the party Awfully popular for someone that they barely Plus we from the part of that they barely mention Just logged Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned We signed our on the open mic list and then they skipped us And then they skipped us again like a later Like, obviously this fuckin' host can't read the Hella' intimidatin', the big guy didn't have to So walked to the host and said This the name you're next Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our An apple get too far from the tree that it fell from like my father tryna do music and hope I make it Walter joined me for the journey the city waitin'
Walter invincible, death like a mad magician More times than a I'm in LA workin' on List Project, I get a and get a fishy feeling Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he serious My droppin', I'm like, Yo, what is it? He say he with T.Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to him Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they hit him I fuckin' hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin' Innocent niggas get shot at, in the day, the A.M I asked him for a play-by-play of how their day went He said he went to XSport, and they ran a court And I can not without thinkin' that this can't be the reason So else you do? What Ty? Is he still cool? were you on your way from, And were you on your way to? He say he just left for at a friend crib, and that's it He say "Tahj, don't do shit but smoke, Saba, that's it" Give him sympathy, another of mistaken identity The news prolly' gon' run this, as two from different streets Police questionin' him like he shot at a trooper My boy away unharmed, And we did Lollapalooza, Six pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day I just Bucket List, Walter 'bout to drop a tape goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Then I went to talk to I got back home and got on it, 'Cause Walter was doin' tour me links to songs that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye Grandma made us plates, we played 2K, that's just a day before Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he me, "We in that hoe" I to the barbershop, the first thing the next morning Then I got up Legit, we supposed to do some recording 10 minutes this session, I got a call from a number That I don't got saved, but I anyways She says, Hello, Malik, you or Squeak Talked to my son He was just on the train We got in the car, but we didn't where to drive to Fuck it, you are my nigga, we'll come and find you...
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