Could It Be - Black Milk

Yeah, yeah, yeah

From the back porch, back then

When dreams of a stacked fortune

Black kid with dreams by any means to sees himself foldin' keys to a black

Porsche and

That american pie he just want a portion

Product of that environment that he was forced in

Changed course when its out of control

Feel it down in my soul

Fast forward and foresee that fork in the road

Listen

Make sure you on the road, foreign car whippin'

Its mind bendin'

Open your eyes, I’m bendin' the rules

Time’s tickin'

The time’s different

On a globe, where every soul tryna survive in it

That’s the, that’s the main concern

Whole hood celebrate when the tables turn, you see

Feels like I’m on the cusp

Great forever, forever’s not long enough its just

Back, back, back

Yeah

Wise man once said, «The grind can’t stop»

Till letters in your name get bigger like cap locks

Still can’t stall, so far from your last stop

Death to the yes-man, blind the mascots

Look past the moment to try to find your last opponent

Tryna find the answer

Before this life flashes past ya

Blink of an eye, go ghost like a phantom

I rather imagine the whole block poppin', corks, toasts, and glasses

More life, no ashes to ashes

Live life fast with no crashes

You can picture that with no caption

Try to see the vision no glasses

You can picture that with no cameras or flashes

You could just imagine

Still keep my hunger like fasting

Still keep it ghetto fab, like putting money in the mattress

And that’s just (what), point blank

No biting my tongue, damn he’s so frank

And your top 10, they don’t rank

They asked me to change some things and no thanks