CoSIGN

[Intro: Elzhi]

Damn, that’s how it’s gon’ be

Just gotta do it all myself

Fuck that Imma do it my way then

[Verse: Elzhi]

Yeah

I told my moms one day that I’ll become known

Over any track I’d get dumb on even if it’s a drum and a trombone

How could I’ve lost it when I’m inspired

Then keep excuses sounding tired and possibilities exhausted

To everything that’s working out for me

But don’t read me up and down and think you know my story

Cuz even when it was written for me to be poor it wasn’t written poorly

Getting tested by dropouts and old schools who sit and score me

High grades of weed who was willing to die paid

While I stayed harpin’ over how I sharpen my blade

By trade tryin’ to snatch a dream out a nightmare

Reality out a dream even though it seem I’m right where

I seen myself when I was dreaming

I'm supposed to be shopping at Neiman Marcus

And sheddin' light on my darkest demon

After I realized that everything would go fine

I saw it happen without a co-sign

So they could say I been slummin’

And throw shots at my income

But when I drop holler “incomin’”

From the explosion that my pen summon

It’s mind-blowing yet I’m sick of going through life

With a knife in my spine showin’

With everyone who’s talking from behind knowin’

So I can’t miss my shot like Shyne Po and

Rondo’in so watch the dime go in

'Til I’m raking in cash and cutting through a snake in the grass

Lawn mowing

Slit his tongue for trying to spill venom

The wisest soldier knows I’ll fold your clothes

While you're still in ‘em

Till I’m swimmin’ in women between the coast line

Know what happened without a co-sign

I’m from the D

Where your window face a deprived view

They jacked you in the drive-thru

While you order a number 3

Buildings dilapidated dreams of putting your city on the map deflated

Some died over beef that was rap-related

And I know how it feels to think you living in a bubble

Can’t double your dividends

You’re likely giving into trouble

I grew up where we wasn’t fed well

Bodies with a dead smell

They moved birds like a bread trail

Now it’s a bag from they knapsack

With prices on they head

And I ain’t talking bout the tag on they snapback

Thank God I never injected or sniffed a nose line

I did it all without a co-sign

Yeah

Keep telling yourself that El

You stumblin' on the right path

Eventually you get there

[Outro: Skonie]

I may not fly to the finish line

But I’ll be there in time

Cruisin' the mile in my old school style

Detroit red in my mind

No street lights no signs

I don’t need co-signs

Cuz I don’t see I don’t see I don’t need co-signs

I don’t need co-signs