Thoughts turn to dreams turn to gold

When you feel it in your soul

And you never sold

But you could've though

You damn near should though

You not that good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

I never dream of paradise

Ever since my homies died

Living like we back in time

Staring out the other side

Laughing like they still alive

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

These thoughts is getting harder to know and they hard to control

God's Son, no carpenter though

Hate when my cartridge gets low

Faded my fro like that '98 Kobe

Purple and gold

Still need that pay though

Shook that shit off me, tightened my strings up

Who gon' feed us?

Black screens begging to free us

Fight for fetus, say it's for Jesus?

Jesus pieces and Neiman's what I needed call it conceited blood on the cement

No time for highs

Hoping for a shift in tide

Staring out the other side

And I'm laughing 'cause I'm still alive

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

That good bro

I'm laughing 'cause I'm still alive