Could It Be

From the back porch
Back then with dreams of a stacked fortune
Black kid with dreams by any means
That sees himself holding keys to a black Porsche in
That American pie, he justs wants a portion
Product of that environment that he was forced in
Changed course when it’s out of control
Feel it down in my soul
Fast-forward and foresee that fork in the road, listen
Mention you want to roll, foreign car whippin’
It’s mind-bending, open your eyes, I’m bending the rules
Time’s ticking, the time’s different
On the globe where every soul’s trying to survive in it
That’s the, that’s the main concern
Whole hood celebrates when the tables turn
You see, feels like I’m on the cusp
Great forever, forever’s not long enough
It’s just

1: Yo, what y'all think about that, though?
2: Yo, man, that shit fire, man. You need to put that shit out soon as fuck, man, for real.
3: Hell yeah, man, Jay would love that. You gotta do it for Jay.

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 men, blind to mascots
Look past the moment to try to find your last opponent
Trying to find the answer, before this life flashes past ya
Blink of an eye, go ghost like a phantom
I rather imagine the whole block popping corks, toasting 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 can just imagine
Still keep my hunger like fasting
Still keep it ghetto fab like putting money in the mattress
And that’s just point blank
No biting my tongue, damn, he’s so frank
In your top ten, they don’t rank
They asked me to change some things, said no thanks