The Process

Some things in life we don’t always process
Some things we don’t know yet
Dad died, had me scratching my head, I was only 11 outside tryna protest
My little bro done it bait broad day but what can I say, he don’t know less
Trigger finger’s itchy, but something’s telling me just focus
Something’s telling me just focus then something’s telling me don’t look back
Then something’s telling me go woosh and push and something’s telling me don’t
cook that
Uhh uh, we ain’t giving no corn when we drop that
Dream work too loose if he swing one first, 100 prcent he’ll drop back