[ Featuring Eric Roberson ]
Feeling good feelin great
How are y'all doin
It's no debates no hot takes or arguing
It's both a science and an art to it
Giving you my deepest thoughts
While y'all feel like you ballrooming
Back when my nigga Fatin was bumpin Cross Movement
And my brother Eccentric was still a law student
I used to jump in the whip throw on a beat and write bars to it
And get sharp to it all summer long
Like I'm doin martial arts to it
It was my mental training
It's insane pursuing a dream
And then all love is lost to ya
Now I think about my pops wishin I could have a talk to him
Or walk to him
Anyone you miss you'd say the same
Now on to lighter thangs
Let's start moving
Coming back to this spot was a long shot
But nigga what's a long shot to a sharp shooter
Something that's on my mind it's something I gotta find and I
Got to find that love again
Said it's something that's on my mind it's something I gotta find and I
Got to find that love again
My mans told me I was in a rare set
Of those who made it to the other side
Truth be told I don't really know if I'm there yet
The higher I go all I'm seeing is stair steps
A never ending cycle if you ain't aware yet
I'm like slow your roll
My capacity's at an overload
I know my lane I know the ledge I know the role
That other bullshit's kinda low on the totem pole
A fine life it ain't like we stressin
Eyes planted on my own paper like we testin
Like we guessed it
If not us, on who do we depend?
I started questioning everything I'm believing in
Now that it's over feel like I can finally breathe again
I hope this record finds you if you ever need a friend
Seven years ago these stories I wouldn't dare tell
That's all for now farewell until we meet again
