Thin Line - Marcellus Juvann, Kaiydo

I was born in a small city, lakeside

Dream bigger than a motherfucking state line

Momma told me how to build it from the ground up

And the job is never done until the paint dry

Drug dealers ain’t believe I have an iPhone

Cause ain’t nobody ever ever trynna Facetime

Pig trynna kill a nigga for his skin color

That’s why I gotta keep that thing on my waistline

It’s the world we envision

God, it’s the world you envision

I been talking to myself

But I knew that you could hear me

Send me a sign if you can hear me

I just need a little help

I just need the world to feel me

Put the weed into the philly

Man I got a lot of stress

Don’t leave my house without a vest

I think my nation trynna kill me

Man I don’t think y’all niggas hear me

I don’t think y’all niggas feel me

Don’t feel don’t feel my pain

Nigga only 22 and some change

Nigga haven’t reached my prime yet

Still got time

Been a year

A whole lot of shit changed

Niggas trynna strip my from my crown

When I come around everybody acting strange

Man I still don’t give a damn about your Instagram

Models ain’t the only ones being slain

Man there’s really been an epidemic

Only coping a mechanism of being pessimistic

Had a vision all my niggas was winning and we ain’t have a limit

Baddest bitches love my music and you ain’t gotta feel it

Y’all good over here fuck that side

I know a couple of my homies wearing neck ties

I knew a couple of my homies done jumped ship

They don’t know that every good thing take time

It’s a thin, thin, thin line between

Responsibilities

And your dreams

Everything ain’t what it seems, ain’t what it seems

Gotta read between

Between them lines

Scope out the scene

Scope out the scene

Cause it’s the people that’s close to you

That’s gon rip out your soul from you

That’s gon tear out your heart

You gotta know what you supposed to do

Don’t lose your dreams

Don’t lose your dreams

Don’t lose your, dreams

How the hell we supposed to make it to the mutherfuckin top nigga?

Only got five in my gas tank

Now my pockets is in bad shape

I gotta be the illest nigga alive

But my bank account got me feeling last place

So, so cold I ain’t cool being broke nigga

No lights, no gas, and no dinner

I really hate that you said that

Not where your head at

It’s cool I know that we all born sinners

So I’m praying for a better me

So you can be a better you

And thank God for temptation

We facing them daily

They making us stronger

And now my son crazy

But I be ordained to be graced as a fetus

Never would sit in the bleachers

Coach put that boy in the game

Stacking the pennies til we make a million

We bringing the change

Dope on the scale

Got shit for sale

I’m fresh as hell

You will not see a stain

'Cept in my Vans, of course

I got one hand on my dick and one foot on the game

Keeping my family sane

You cannot fathom my family’s pain

Built on instruction

I can’t be corrupted

Man we got that shelter whenever it rain

Whenever it rain

It’s a thin, thin, thin line between

Responsibilities

And your dreams

Everything ain’t what it seems

Gotta read between

Between the lines

Scope out the scene

Scope out the scene

Cause it’s the people that’s close to you

That’s gon rip out your soul from you

That’s gon tear out your heart

You gotta know what you supposed to do

Don’t lose your dreams

Don’t lose your dreams

Don’t lose your, dreams

It’s two type of people

There’s me and there’s you

You heard it

Believe that it’s true

I don’t take nothing for silence

You said it

I’m checking it

Asking for proof

These niggas be gullible

Don’t get too comfortable

Brody might throw in advance

Know what I know then you know where I stand

Labels want lives for a couple of grand

And you can find me outside

Cause I ain’t never really fit in, yeah

And all my brodies gon ride

And all my homies gon win, yeah

Young Ginóbili with the rock

Threw some Kobe in the mix

Baggin the dragon in me

Spitting fire plenty

Got a baddy with me she a trip

Shot with no pennies

Give me my assist

Cooler than pillows when you make a flip

And back as the kiddo

They say he too little

So line up the ruler

You won’t get an inch

Yeah

When I’m the ruler you won’t get an inch

I been actively stacking since back '06

All these rappers so arrogant

Still don’t get

How embarrassing

Keys to my city

I’m actually carrying

Ain’t on the board I’m the chairman

You keeping the score

I’m ahead of it

Ain’t throwing shade

I’m just making comparisons

with money already done it before

(Heard it one time for a million more)

I might run it up and put the city on go

Move the alphabet around

Went from «I» to the «O»

It’s a thin, thin, thin line between

Responsibilities

And your dreams

Everything ain’t what it seems

Gotta read between

Between the lines

Scope out the scene

Scope out the scene

Cause it’s the people that’s close to you

That’s gon rip out your soul from you

That’s gon tear out your heart

You gotta know what you supposed to do

Don’t lose your dreams

Don’t lose your dreams

Don’t lose your, dreams