Maybe One Day

[Verse 1] Yeah, you know business as usu', you know Whole lot of unofficial shit to do I handle stress and shit blues to whoever's amused And spit truth til it lit up the booth I'm like the kid with the chipped tooth split with Bishop in Juice Or like Don Juan Bishop how I'm flipping the truth I pity them fools Swooping through the city in jewels Rented is use, in it for them Benjamins too And so am I but why would I use it on fool's gold When you know your true soul shines foolio You didn't know Nobody told you better Nobody ever told you you could be somebody ever Nobody ever said it would be easy but jeez I dream the pipe Scheming nightly on American cream Still nobody believes Tryna get a free piece of these These dreams we sell to these fiends And gel to these things This bling bling Sour cream on top of everything You would never think that we needed sour cream Like I don't know how I'm lean cause I love sour cream Give me cheese Give me green, bread is all we need Head is all I need We've bled for all of these Things and I think I'm a in a dream boat, floating upstream Merrily, smoking on mary green leaves [Hook: Black Spade] And maybe one day he will Reign supreme and become a king And one day maybe she will Rise again and become a queen [Verse 2] Spark something up, top the hunger Reflect when I was young and didn't have to spark nothing up I wonder what it was that had me puffing blunts Coughing my blood and guts up for a fucking buzz Bugging out on the biz right when I got a buzz Seeing God on green They putting trust in bucks Fuck the stress that comes with success I was always depressed The press was like fuck is up I said nothing much, besides gas She said yea, plus the sunshine, bask Started fasting on life Peeping subtle stuff I gave a bum a buck Watch the kids double dutch Bus stop hops and train trips to Mama's With books dropping knowledge on lies that once covered us Like we ain't land on Plymouth Rock God summoned us Block smugglers rise up from under the blue skies Sunshine, what a day to take a walk in the rain Wash the thoughts on your brain dry Get lost for a change Was hitting up Co$$ for some Jane just to cope with my lame life Putting rings on queens that I wouldn't wife Pushing dreams on fiends with this wooden mic And it seemed so extreme to be free So I just adjusted to being me, truly [Hook] [Verse 3] On that new hype, talking like I grew like 7 inches Yea, green vision I make predictions on the state of spitting Wack rappers will remain getting A gang or riches And lame bitches I'm in the game lane switching Already late bruh, got no time to hit the brakes or the switches Blaze off J's in the swishers Tobacco's for wack folk though My Black hope used to whisper Time was all up in my face, God listened John bitching, my mom wishing I stick with all the Christians Sometimes I go to church and Toss my sins up at the altar We all fall victim to systems Mine in this business Figures in interviews No time for interlude, shit screwed up Can't even use a buck without feeling like a jerk For what it's worth, I almost blew up but I heard y'all, had to kick back, wipe my shirk off Was on my dick so tough I could've jerked off The old heads said watch the cursing Losing work cause I'm thinking 'bout my first job serving God every murnin' (morning) Mourning over urns With a burnt feeling thinking 'bout my friends as the Earth spins As we worship warships On a spiritual war-tip Y'all listen, we all up in this Four fitted joint with the forces Don't forget y'all admission ticket To get up in this You gotta break through the laws of physics Simple as arithmetics Twist wisdom, & get lifted