CoSIGN

[Elzhi] Stan, that’s how it’s gon’ be Just gotta do it all myself Fuck that Imma do it my way then I told my moms one day that I’ll become known Over any track I’d get dumb on even if it’s a drum and trombone How could I’ve lost it when I’m inspired Then keep excuses sounding tired and possibilities exhausted To everything that’s working out for me But don’t read me up and down to think you know my story Cuz even when it was written for me to be poor it wasn’t written poorly Getting tested by dropouts and old schools who sit and score me High grades of weed who was willing to die paid While I stayed harpin’ over how I sharpen my blade By trade tryin’ to snatch a dream out a nightmare Reality out a dream even though it seem I’m right where I seen myself when I was dreaming I'm supposed to be shopping at Nieman Marcus And shedding light on my darkest demon After I realize that everything would go fine I saw it happen without a co-sign So they could say I been slummin’ And throw shots at my income But when I drop holler “incomin’” From the explosion that my pen summon It’s mind-blowing yet I’m sick of going through life With a knife in my spine showin’ With everyone who’s talking from behind knowin’ So I can’t miss my shot like Sean po-in Rondo’in so watch the dime go in Till I’m raking in cash and cutting through a snake in the grass Lawn mowing Slit his tongue for trying to spill venom The wisest soldier knows I’ll fold your clothes While you're still in ‘em Till I’m swimmin’ in women between the coast line Know what happened without a co-sign I’m from the D Where your window face a deprived view They jacked you in the drive-thru While you order a number 3 Buildings dilapidated dreams of putting your city on the map deflated Some died over beef that was rap-related And I know how it feels to think you living in a bubble Can’t double your dividends You’re likely giving into trouble I grew up where we wasn’t fed well Bodies with a dead smell They moved birds like a bread trail Now it’s a bag from they knapsack With prices on they head And I ain’t talking bout the tag on they snapback Thank God I never injected or sniffed a nose line I did it all without a co-sign Yeah Keep telling yourself that all You stumblin' on the right path Eventually you get there [Skonie] I may not fly to the finish line But I’ll be there in time Cruisin' the mile in my old school style Detroit red in my mind No street light no signs I don’t need co-signs Cuz I don’t see I don’t see I don’t need co-signs I don’t need co-signs