Cracked Pavement

Going
I’m going
Nigga I’m going
I’m gone
Growing I’m growing nigga
I’m growing
I’m grown
Yeah
Lefty
I’m growing, I’m growing and I don’t know where I’m going
The ocean is open brodie, keep rowing, keep rowing
We’re low in the low end, we obsessed with the motion
My poems the omen, you was sin when you close it
It’s woven, it’s woven, I’m heat but flowing
My focus was broken but now I’m coping, I’m coping
I roll in the door so I can flow for the moment
I know it’s corroded but still it’s gold and it glowing
Commotion is endless if you don’t know your direction homie
You go for deflection if you don’t know the inflection
Bro the emotions reflecting so keep control of your section cronie
Devotion connection to put a bow in your blessing
Brodie you go to the pen and you hope «I'll go and get next to Jodi»
This ain’t the money, I had you lonely
Alimony beef and can’t be lonely, learned that from Kobe
Bitches acting phoney but you know me, I’m acting Rollie
Jacking holy, it had the forty I bagged it on him
Action OD, my trap was jamming throwing nigga
Ask my codeine, police attaches to the slammer nigga
Actually, I need adaptive, raise the banner nigga
Grabbing that range nigga I’m grabbing that range
If it’s static then my addict gotta MAC with a beam