Novice C - Fraudzilla Lyrics

He just a young nigga and he tranna find a better route
Spend his day writing with the hope that he would make it out
Got up out them trenches now he wanna buy his mom a house
Man of many things the hidden flame they wanna put it out
I can see the hate in peoples eyes it comes in large amounts
Now he stack his money split it up in different bank accounts
Stuck inside his feelings full of anger wanna take it out
But he know he shouldn't for his fam don't wanna see them pout
Landed in the struggle its too cloudy need a brighter way
Rapping is his passion in the stu he planning his escape
Tryna duck the felons he cant end up in a silver brace
Problems in his family asking god if he can make a way
Homies started dying disparate measures calls for no debate
Gotta run it up and like a baker boy he stacking cake
Everything a nigga did for him they throw it in his face
Now his future lit he walking through till he reveal the fakes
Its old enough
We growing up
You know wassup
Imma run it up
He just a young nigga and he tranna find a better route
Spend his day writing with the hope that he would make it out
Got up out them trenches now he wanna buy his mom a house
Man of many things the hidden flame they wanna put it out
I can see the hate in peoples eyes it comes in large amounts
Now he stack his money split it up in different bank accounts
Stuck inside his feelings full of anger wanna take it out
But he know he shouldn't for his fam don't wanna see them pout
Man he sick and tired of the pain he wanna give it up
He don't have the paper but his mental worth a million bucks
Once he finally make it don't mistake it he gone live it up
Tears always falling shoulders quaking wanna find his luck
Fame is in the air it touch the ground then he gone pick it up
Living in the rough to take the trash he got his glizzy tucked
Niggas out to get him Rollin deep he should've let it bust
Couldn't get around he to walk incase he missed the bus
Every other day he found a way to make a couple bucks
Out there washing cars and cleaning shoes he tryna run it up
Difficult to bring in bread when your surrounded by a bunch of ducks
Now the tank is getting bigger it get empty he gone fill it up
He just a young nigga and he tranna find a better route
Spend his day writing with the hope that he would make it out
Got up out them trenches now he wanna buy his mom a house
Man of many things the hidden flame they wanna put it out
I can see the hate in peoples eyes it comes in large amounts
Now he stack his money split it up in different bank accounts
Stuck inside his feelings full of anger wanna take it out
But he know he shouldn't for his fam don't wanna see them pout
Its old enough
We growing up
You know wassup
Imma run it up