CQ - Write Intentions Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, they say never late is better, but better late than never
Or am I on time as long as it ain't your time
Right intention, but I was thinking with the wrong mind
Been a long time since that right place, wrong time

Treat that dirt they throw like seeds, it's only right you grow
It's certain shit that's better said, it's only right you know
Go to sleep, have a dream, wake up, see it through
If only you saw the greatness they send you

Haters gon' hate, but really they believe in you
Talk behind your back, but really they be needing you
And now you gotta digest, all that bullshit that they feeding you
And where the f*ck is Beaver when you need someone to leave it to

Sheesh, gotta grind for a piece, Alright capiche
Clearly, all we wanted was peace, until you reached
Didn't look at your hand, now you read them and weep
Gotta play it smart, cause niggas playing for keeps out here

And think before you blink out here, cause even David made Goliath the giant shrink out here
That shit crazy, need a shrink out here
I seen shit that Ripley wouldn't believe out here
No make believe out here

Either you make rent or try to make bail
Carried by six or try by twelve, now let it dwell
In the mind, that's designed to prevail
In the system, that's designed for my kind to fail

Not a killer till you push me, but I'm kind as well
Work from nine to five, from five to nine, that's time for self
Gotta be good if I ain't bad at it
Slowly turning great into my bad habit, and honestly I ain't bad at it

Let the past be the past, ain't no getting pass it
But sometimes I felt like Mike, how I was walking backwards
I suggest that you keep reading this another chapter
And another chapter, after this other chapter

They say the game ain't told, cause it's sold nigga
In other words, the right player put you on nigga
And be wise with your words nigga
Even though you right, you just might be saying it to the wrong nigga

Yeah, sometimes you gotta let a nigga sink
Turn a loss to a lesson, gotta let a nigga think
For a couple hundred dollars, they'll let a nigga stink
And for a couple hundred likes, they be doing anything

It's like, niggas don't get the concept of being solid
It's a lot of goofy shit going on man
That it could be your own brother, your own cousin man, under that back door act, you feel me
You know what I'm saying, motherf*ckers always got their hands out, but never ask to help you

You know what I'm saying, but who are you
Yeah, I mean, you gotta fill your pitcher up, before you get to pouring cups
What, you hear me? I say, fill your pitcher up, before you get to pouring cups
That's some real shit that might just go over niggas heads

You know, we fly like that, you feel me