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letra de humble beast pt.3 - jloud619

i’ve been in the cut but im back up on my bullsh-t
blue chuck taylors movin swift from a jewel l!ck
what these n-ggas know
dey ain’t witt the friction
fully automatic hands, give these boys the business
thats how we do in daygo, el cajon to be specific
its kay pream world, disagree and come up missin
or leave you stomped out, wallet gone with no t–th
family over everything, thats the gang philosophy
stay humble through the struggle keep the huddle to a minimum
im cookin in the studio, can’t wait until the dinners done
shouts out to my pops, he the one that got me into rap
pacing in the living room, smoking tree spittin facts
head to uncle polo’s, everybody shootin cr-ps
what else could a youngin’ do, my only option’s to adapt
older heads caught my eye, take a loss & shake it
grind harder on a daily homie life is what you make it
from kearny, to east mesa & campo catchin cases
youngin’ doin grown man sh-t right outta grade six
got my first tatt at thirteen witt kloc
on millar plottin schemes quick to run up in yo home
everyday i live to breathe and tell my story its a blessing
tommorow’s never promised so im pushin out my message
i just hope that when im gone yall remember me for who i am
a grimey young goon on a mission for da whole fam
look
its somethin bout da ec, this sh-t can make or break you so good luck in these streets
my story’s not a fable, all the sh-t i been through fatal, but i tell my bros be stable
hold your horses, take a seat
i only f-ck witt b-tches to a certain degree, i’ll be in n out the door while lexo beatin cheeks
p-ssy’s no necessity when you striving to succeed
but dont you come around my way trippin you won’t leave the scene
when we bust down from a l!ck its like a ritual
first we say grace, then embrace each individual
hit my brotha pat like whats hannin witt the kush
bag it n pull up n now we burnin down a bush
we been dedicated to paper since early ages
smokin weed since third grade just trynna stay sane b-tch
i lost three folks in five months and im lost
kloc, grocc & chrissy live forever in our hearts
when im rollin through these streets and i got yall on my mind
i feel the presence of yo footsteps a half step behind
gone way too soon, this sh-t still feelin like a dream
better yet a nightmare cause life is never what it seems
had to crack a thirty-two and put a hold on dat lean
say my prayers while i smoke & step away from da scene
cause these n-ggas snitch and so quick to makeup like maybelline
can’t -ssociate witt foes i was born a different breed
do you feel what i mean

- jloud619

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