Blind Side

[Hook: Sweet]

You don't wanna see me shine

So I know you don't respect my grind

Who let these haters on the inside?

Tell me how could I have been so blind?

[Verse: Deante' Hitchcock]

Look

If that hate ain't from your heart then I don't fuckin' want it

If that love ain't from your soul then I don't fuckin' want it

If you ain't tryna get it now then I don't fuckin' see ya

If she don't love me while I'm down then I don't fuckin' need her

We on the come up here and now, baby, that ain't no secret

They been sleep, I been chasing a dream

Know it seem like with all this weight on my shoulders I fold or throw in the towel

But losing ain't never been my type of thing

I'm a king, nigga, recognize it

Running shit, I feel like I'm exercising

Swear that it's gon take more than Alex Trebek to jeopardize this shit that we been workin' on

Me and my niggas next in line, and

I'm up here testifying, Pastor Kerney Thomas in the pulpit

Matador flow, dodging the bullshit

It's just a warning shot, GOOD ain't even the full clip

I'm on some movie shit, out here livin' faster and furious

I'm tryna fuck up the movement, right now it's ludicrious

Homie, I know some folks and some places that hated on us on some numerous occassions

Man I been waitin' for a long long time to see the looks on they faces

Underplanned and estimated

I guess there's a lesson, ain't it?

You live and you learn

Small timers, I got bigger concerns

All them niggas stuck in the city and we moving

Guess you only make it far as all the bridges you burn

Boy if there's one thing I learned about the tables is they always can turn (straight up)

It's fair warning, Steph Curry meets Air Jordan

Moving through the city like a bad doorman

Niggas waisting time, I just can't afford it

I been spending mine on these damn recordings

Tryna get my cousins out them damn apartments

Life ain't what we thought it was, them bitches scandalous

And niggas that you grew up with ain't them niggas you standing with

And when you think you can't be touched on some MC Hammer shit

Them hammers hit, now your dreams splattered across the canvases

Cause niggas jealous

[Hook: Sweet]

You don't wanna see me shine

All cause niggas jealous

So I know you don't respect my grind

Who let these haters on the inside?

Tell me how could I have been so blind?

Tell me how could I have been so blind?

[Outro: Sweet & Deante Hitchcock]

You don't wanna see me shine

So I know you don't respect my grind

If that love ain't from your soul then I don't fuckin' want it