Its 7:57 in Virginia Beach,
We go From 17th Street back up to Bridle Creek.
It's pretty but rough man stay on your side,
What you know bout ending up on little creek ridin down shore drive.
Tale of two cities joggin my memories, do tell..
Crossing county lines you can tell by how the air smell.
May not always been pleasant but reminiscing is swell,
Cause even after feelin locked down I'm still alive to tell.
They call it 6 9...
Nice check bigger shows no new goals,
The shit that I been dishing out foreign like maneudo.
Side of pancit and curry chicken not the Jamaican kind,
Forgive me i miss felynn's I get stuck in capsules of time.
Skippin class 1130 lunch special from tung hoi,
Come back in time for study hall security make no noise.
Ok I'm back and packed ready to school shit,
You aint gotta be a kid you aint gotta be stupid.
You could be Ashanti even wit Joyner Lucas,
No matter what you do you always known for bein foolish.
Simple set up simple bars just to keep the flow intact,
Check the feet Mu Gamma Xi look at how I step on tracks.
Colossus how I hit the floor Sun Hokage swing at that,
Adisa moonwalkin steppin forward while I'm slidin back.
Mind you.. that's Virginia beach norfolk and Chesapeake,
We got cold (cole) features and it's no secret recipe.
A lotta land, a couple mountains, Big beaches, a little boat,
Im trynna have my own but it starts here in the studio.
It's lonely when your dreams turn to goals,
No matter how much they say they love you everyone can't go.
Knowin that.... nobody gets a pass,
Not lookin for acceptance when appreciation too much to ask.
Thats that caption rap caption that on the pictures you post,
Or you can check the time stamp and see which one you like the most.
Every day I take 30 seconds and tell myself to live,
I apologize for not doin so but I'm hard to forgive.
I continue to put myself last and my dreams first,
Cause I wanna visit Glenwood when i come back from turks.
Maybe hit oceana.. drop 20 on a battalion,
Hit bad news get some yok hold the ketchup.
Still wish I could hit Salvatore's get some Italian,
I'm reminiscin again lemme pick my chest up.
My heart aint on my sleeve it's on the floor right beneath my feet,
Every time I take a step I walk to my own beat.
My feelings.... they nowhere involved,
It's like havin a rubiks cube that mixes up only when it get solved.
Damn... man I can't catch a break,
The only thing I can catch is the wind from all my mistakes.
I'm really not trynna be Sapp even if it warrants (warren) to do so,
Cause Noone gives a fuck unless you givin them a super bowl.
Or Taylor swift.... yeah I get it chief,
At the end of the day my bottom line can't have shit to do wit me....
I'm too selfish for you... and im too selfless for me,
It's gone be a rude awakening redistributing energy.
Gotta undo the fabric that i woven from,
Preparin for additions when I don't know the sum.
Preparin for the darkness as soon as I see the son,
And when the good times come I can't react ho hum.
That don't mean my hunger stops shit I'm just speakin vaguely,
We outside trynna get a bag we hustlin daily.
I get mad when it's more money to get you don't phase me,
Bruce Banner with them circumstances I'm always angry.
Thats how I control it.. I let that shit consume me,
After I look around I punch straight through.
I'm swingin for fences fightin everything around me,
But I know you can't see it.. im like smokey in the pigeon coupe.
From Jefferson and 25th to Buckroe Beach,
From Kingston Avenue out Ocean View down to Berkley.
From Denbigh down to Churchland slide Great Bridge,
Take the Military exit and ride down to the beach.

Sandbridge preferably... its real peaceful out there.