Artist: Trife Da God
Album:  n/a
Song:   Somehow, Someway
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Trife Da God]
I'm on a mission, do what I gotta
Spending bread like I'm new to the dollar
It's Hakuna Matata, no more worries for the rest of my days
Correcting my ways, my credit card debts and collection is paid
These are my thoughts, just corressing the page
My desire adds fuel to the fire
My aggression turns into rage, fuck a whip, I'mma buy me a cottage
Cuz avenge becomes lesser in value
The more greater the millege, far from a novice
But I was too busy to bother with college
Straight outta high school, I thought I would pop
Thought I would sign a major contract, I thought I would drop
Ghetto celeb in the hood, yeah, I thought I was hot
Instead, I had to slaughter the block
Play in the field, like a farmer when he waters his crops
It's that real, through it all I'm still finding my nature
Signed to a click with a good group of brothers putting time in this bitch
Cuz the hands don't stop on the clock, so why should I?
Niggas jeopardizing they freedom all for a good high
I try to make sense of it, brothers is so intriquete
Knowledge is power, so I'mma trynna use every inch of it
This is for my niggas up north in the yard, benching it
Throwing them big plates up, holding it down, cuz
The same shit, the same niggas on the same old blocks
With the same old tricks