Long Story Short

[Verse 1: Illy] There's more to life than getting leg up and foot in the door I mean, I'd love more money, hey wouldn't we all? But putting cash over loved ones couldn't be more I could be flat broke, still wouldn't be poor And as for all the hard times that I guess should hurt I didn't skip a beat, still put my best foot first Wish I could talk about my fam, but it wouldn't have worked Cause when the love's that strong, it can't be put into words So I dedicate this better songs, better grades Trying to be a better son, better brother, better mate And I've learned from mistakes and I don't know what I am But a part of that's knowing what you ain't And I ain't never put a dude down just for trying to catch his break Never gave shit based on the ways They'll never said I did it any other way than my own way At my own pace, with my own wrong terms, no brakes [Hook 1: Cisco Taraves] Said I'm going to be somebody Knowing no one can stop me They can say what they say, just watch me And when I get [?] they know [Verse 2: Illy] And high school wasn't for me much, nah Most of my teachers swore I was fucked But then a couple had faith in me, helped me back up Probably never quite thank them enough But thanks to them, I'll be stepping on stage at my graduation Long way from walking train tracks from the station Riding the 405 from the street, in amazement Spray-paint can control, dedication Displayed on the walls, disputed its name As artform until I tried and wasn't able at all I still wonder how graffiti goes under When naked little girls go on magazine covers Okay, but I grew up, now I'm all of six feet No more fucking around, it's uni courses and beats And what's important to me is my family tree The now and knowing whatever will be will be [Hook 2: Cisco Taraves] Said I'm going to be somebody Knowing no one can stop me They can say what they say, just watch me And when I get paid, they know Thanks to the love, we gave me The road up ahead don't faze me Looking before we come, it's crazy When I get [?] they know, you know [Verse 3: Illy] So, I live with aims to make the most of it when I know that we'll never have this moment again Headphones on my head, board shorts on my legs Cigarette, note pad, and a pen Going back to them lunch smokes, weekend binges with my kin In my [?] jeans, with my fringes to my chin Even before that, barely finished being kids When we give shit to the girls we interested in Growing up, soda bottles keep us entertained When I kept my cigarettes in my pencil case And couldn't wait until each 6th of September came [?] pick days of the calendar again And some mates went astray I love 'em, but things change, what can I say? You lay in the bed you make And I'm trying to make mine a king But life's now, so I slow down, take it all in [Hook 2: Cisco Taraves]