Light

Album: I Decided (2017)
Charted: 97
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  • Is it time?

    I spent my whole life trying to improvise
    I'm not saying that shit for you to sympathize
    Spent my whole life tryna find the light that's at the end of the tunnel
    I should have realized it was inside
    So lately I been trying to get what's inside outside
    So many people wanna see my insides outsides
    I'm from that city four hours east of Southside
    Where everyone outside, but don't fuck with no outsiders
    Growing up, with the ones I hold it down with
    Whole city got my back on some photobomb shit
    Whole city blowing up on some old Saddam shit
    Before this I was the one hoes tried to go to prom with
    You know, take the fame, take the crib
    Take our cars, now we gotta take the train
    Hood niggas takin' chains, slave master take our names
    5-0 take the shot, young souls take the blame
    Man but they can't take away the light

    No matter how much they gon' shade you (no)
    Man they can't fuck with the light
    They can't stop the shine
    They can't fuck with the light, hell nah the boy's that bright
    Even if you take away my life, you can't take the light
    No matter how much they gon' shade you

    Got the whole city on fire
    Boy this the flow that got Steph Curry inspired
    This the flow that got Lebron James finna rewire
    This the flow that got my whole family finna retire
    Flows on flows, I might drown in this bitch
    Ye found a pro, I guess I'm profound in this bitch
    My dad from Louisiana, man the smallest town
    Where if they know you brown, they might hold you down
    And even hose you down, man
    Since I'm a son, I feel like I gotta stunt hard
    I took the hand that they gave me and played the Donald Drumpf card
    And realized counting money never feel as good as counting blessings
    And a loaded mind is more dangerous than a loaded weapon
    So when they take the fame, take the crib
    Take our cars, now we gotta take the train
    Hood niggas takin' chains, slave master take our names
    5-0 take the shot and young souls take the blame
    Man, but they can't take away the light

    No matter how much they gon' shade you (nah)
    Man they can't fuck with the light
    They can't stop the shine
    They can't fuck with the light, hell nah the boy's that bright
    Even if you take away my life, you can't take the light
    No matter how much they gon' shade you
    Don't let them take away your soul (no, no)
    Don't let them take away what makes you whole Writer/s: Jeremy Felton, Sean Michael Leonard Anderson
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave, TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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