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travis, jr. - i: xiv كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
who am i but black man?
i’m thirteen and i don’t hear nothin’ but headphones
lookin’ for the cheapest weed to get my head blown
pops wasn’t around to play his part, so for the most part
my n-gga, to me you were dead and gone
linkin park pumpin’ through my veins d-mn near everyday
my friends never could relate to me ever in anyway
d-mn near raised my little brothers, and bacardi
out my uncle’s closet was the only thing to cope with it
always wrote rhymes but never knew i was dope with it
‘till my cousin sat me down and told me how i was so gifted
and how my flow had shifted
in a different way that he could never describe
forever in his eyes, i would be the best
pillow s-x, said f-ck sleeping i don’t need a rest
and i don’t need a test, tellin’ me i’m the f-ckin’ greatest
you n-ggas, who hated? i’mma make you look so dumb
please pardon my arrogance, i’m still so young

[hook]
still so young, how can you believe in me?
having a hard time just living, bein me
tryna see whatcha see in me

give me little time to grow, you’d never know…

[verse 2]
who am i but black man?
i’m sixteen and lately i been having sick dreams of just
being another you
praying every night to god, hoping it wasn’t true
and as i tugged away my fate seemed to f-ckin’ come to me faster
if i sat in the back, that means don’t come to me pastor
i’m a saint on the outside but underneath b-st-rd
i don’t believe in no ghost, ‘cept the friendly casper
you just another dealer on the corner with a different type of hustle
see me and reverend whatever, we got a different type of struggle
seen my grandmother die in front of me went back to school the same d-mn day
see that type of strength takes a different type of muscle
so i smoke weed ‘till me and reality head b-tt
said f-ck church, i got more divinity in my left nut
stuck in-between autumn and spring, i’m still so young
please pardon my rebellion, i’m still so young

[hook]

[verse 3]
i am not just a black man
my simplest thoughts in full screen?
could make your greatest ideas feel f-ckin’ minimized
i write truths and scribble lies, front man now
while you amateurs stay in the background playin’ the fiddle
you want the real? come to me, ain’t no man in the middle
i’ll put a “big” in my name before i’m ever belittled
i’m a rapper who’s clearer than ever, but more confused than he’s ever been
the soul of a ambitious rookie, infused with a veteran
prideful, was lied to, so sometimes react spiteful
only 19 but trust me i’ve seen an eyeful
and i’ve heard an earful, gotta big mouth full
of reasons why i was made for this rap sh-t from the start
my soul, my mind, my heart and whatever else is left of me
taking fate by the h-rns, spilling my p-ssion, crafting my own destiny
so what’s a six letter name for a prophecy being fulfilled?
that’s me, the late bloomer, sorry i couldn’t realize it sooner…

this one for them n-ggas who said i won’t be sh-t
guarantee you n-ggas ain’t even seen peak b-tch
i spit from the heart and these words flow from souls
and my past lives i lived very so long ago
say so long to foes as i crush compet-tion
middle fingers to doubters, fate and my mission
to slaughter contenders, and alike in this game
the run for the money and the chase for fame

the gunshigh declaration

- travis jr

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