Conway The Machine, T.I. & Novel - Wild Chapters lyrics

Hit-Boy

Uh, in the Rolls truck
Waitin' for the light change (Hah)
Thinking damn, I came from the bottom
Look how my life changed
And all I did was write pain
But I’m still runnin' the streets
Londa hope one day I might change  (Cash)
My road through the trenches
Wasn't the cleanest (Not at all)
I know I ain’t perfect, I lied and I cheated
I know some of the shit I
Was doin' was too egregious
Told my girl, "I apologize", this time
I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look
Out for and people I'm feedin'
(Know how I move)
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after (Hah)
And when he died
Know it was hard for you to smile after
(Cash) while all that was goin' on
I had a child after (Pssh)
So how the fuck I'm 'posed
To be a proud rapper? (Hah)
Story of my life, shit got wild chapters
(Talk to ’em, cash)

I’m so fried all day on my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin’, no
Since the world we live in is so cold

Uh, been dealing and sinning
From the beginning (Uh, huh)
Do whatever it take to
Make double profit percentage (Sheesh)
From the stoops and the benches
To 'partment project with fences (Man)
Shit, we out here tryna get
Up out the trenches (Yup)
Elevate your comprehension
Consolidate your vision (Oh)
If you were born to stand out
You wasn't meant to fit in (Uh, huh)
Remember car too clean to let a sucka sit in
This trap music shit mad
Show you how it began
In every loss, you find a lesson
Make a life investment (Woo)
But up to then, man, live a trap life
The shit these rap niggas act like
See I know how it feel to be behind the wheel
(Woo) with a trunk full of dope
Blue lights in the mirror
License and insurance, give it to 'em, chill
(Man) you either play this shit perfect
Or you go to jail from hopin’ I ain't got
No warrants to Florence, italy tourin'
Machine and the King, from Bankhead beyond
(God damn)

I'm so fried all day on my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold

Put it all on the line
These the signs of the times
Tryna keep peace of mind
Guess I'm flawed by design
Pray to God to keep my sister alive
Down the Hennessy to keep the memories
From fallin' out of my eyes
I seen some wild chapters
(Uh, huh) dealt with grief
Through all stages (Uh)
Turnin' of the pages, deeper than Neil Gaiman
The world's in a hurry
It's hard to instill patience (Uh)
Yeah, we due for reparations and
Niggas is still waitin'
I sit in silence, lookin' for silver lining
I feel like Robin Williams
Laughin' to keep from cryin'
You'd understand too
If you only stood where I am
On the hills of Jerusalem
In the city of Zion

I'm so fried all day on my grind always
Seen some foul, foul times
In this wild, wild life
And I ain't even trippin', no
Since the world we live in is so cold
So cold, so cold, so cold