Letra Wild chapters Conway The Machine

Wild chapters

Uh, in the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change
Then again, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
When all I did was write pain, but I’m still runnin' the streets
Mama?hope?one?day I might?change
My road through?the trenches wasn't the cleanest
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
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look out for, people I'm feedin'
Yeah, I had a son a lil' while after
And when he died, know it was hard for you to smile after
While all that was goin' on, I had a child after
So how the fuck I'm 'posed to be a proud rapper
Story of my life, shit got wild chapters

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Yeah
Cards in my hand had me questionin’ the dealer
God, if you’re there, I need a sign that I can see
Mama, why you prayin'? Hope you savin’ one for me
I heard them shots ring, but I didn't feel a thing
Uh, story of my life, open book for you to read
When I'm back on my feet, I'ma stand like a king
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Uh, been dead in the city from the beginning
Do whatever it take to make double profit percentage
From the stoops and the benches to ’partment project with fences
Shit, we out here tryna get up out the trenches
Elevate your comprehension, consolidate your vision
A few born to stand out, you wasn't meant to fit in
Remember car too clean, [?] sit in
This trap music shit mad, let me show you how it begin
In every loss, you find a lesson, make a life investment
But [?] man live a trap life, the shit these rap niggas act like
See, I know how it feel to be behind the wheel
With a trunk full of dope, blue lights in the mirror
License and insurance, yeah, [?]
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