The End Is A Start

I'm on my grind I've been swerving, I'm so wavy People will shine We lifting trophies like an A-team Regardless how many hours I'm heartless still giving flowers We all dress like we got the power Bitch killed the coward I'm upset nowadays Les deux voies me met en colere I'm riding on both lanes, worry us You be getting road rage, warriors Buzzer shot going in All points for the win Still in the same town worry 'bout grades Count em' in A-4, B-6, C-7 Do I need a real job if I wanna see heaven Back to pack, pack for show, back again Same part repeats like a loop again I see a tree of roads Let me pick a branch Got no time to lose Just a bunch of plans Hard work, focus, got to get a job now Lawyer, engineer, pilot or a doctor Study hard and make music at the same time If you want to choose one you better pick a side Hard work, focus, get a job now I put my bet on you get there like your father It's to be expected But I want to plan shows, direct, travel far, be a prospect Hard work, focus, got to get a job now Lawyer, engineer, pilot or a doctor Study hard and make music at the same time If you want to choose one you better pick a side Hard work, focus, get a job now I put my bet on you get there like your father It's to be expected But I want to plan shows, direct, travel far, be a prospect Say I'm adding digits all together like a calculator Put one and one together Figure out I'll be here forever Before I even started This business is enchanted Worry bout' your money Or some other fucking problems I don't want that shit in my life Always wanting more to tell myself it's gonna' be alright But I'll get no sleep at night I'll sometimes wonder why Stare at the ceiling wonder when I will start feeling again All I see is moonlight There's no tears in my eyes What if it'll be like this all the way until the end I get no sleep at night I sometimes wonder why I wonder why Music runs through my flesh and blood Guided towards making beats for fun It's kind of a sick show isn't it They tell me what to do But preach about how I should get it, rich I wonder what day How long am I 'gonna wait One show in a month But I stay hard Focus on what's in front of me But I want past the wall and get so further in life Rolling the dice, get it tonight, get on a flight Burn motherfucker, burn It's all in the stereotypes The flights, the nights we do not need To whatever we don't know Give advice, to a young guy like me Figured out before I even hit 17 Never dream, never sleep Wasted high, wasted by drinking cheap And we aren't gonna' walk on clean I got my stage now its time to make our scene This is out of pressure from my brothers I worked hard for this Don't talk about me as no other