Rare Sounds Intro

Bars Rare Sound IntroAm in the streets I ain’t got a cribYoung nigga am just tryna find a way to live If my brothers go down I’ve gotta watch the kidsDem kinda thoughts got me scared of my own I’ve been praying for a blessingLiving and I’ve been learning my lessonTryna take this effort and turn it into perfectionDon’t let these niggas get to your mind coz that’s your weaponI told these niggas get to the paper and then you stretch it Nobody gon look at your vision how you project itUntil you put it all in perspective now they respect that shit But I ain’t tripping dawg I know what am worth Chilling with a pulpy chick that got an O in her purse Don’t be so quick to judge it’s probably not what it seemsI just cut off everybody that was not with the dreamI’m just tryna keep the focus dawg am not on the sceneAm cooking up, let em coppers crack and try to book us upCan I make to the stars before I see em barsMe and my young niggas on and tryna beat the odds On the bus plotting on some ways to see some cars Am tryna am tryna grow into something large Just another nigga in the city of schemesDigging deep tryna find what’s really in it for meLate nights got me plotting ways to bigger the dreamWhile she praying for my love hope I give her the key I never did no wrongsI was focused on songsNow I stay on your mind you gon wonder where you gon belongGotta stay on the grind keep the movement moving strongYou don’t fit in the picture then you gotta move along No time to be wishy washyTwo and no iffy pose Wife up no party shawtyThese bitches be getting sloppyBrother it’s the same just a different copy Fall for these tricksters and you gon end up on the concreteBaby who you foolinA young nigga coolinBet your new nigga don’t do it how I do itYou say am cold hearted I just know how you be movingBut I ain’t bout to listen when your giving me excuses, no way