Channel Tres - Here

What it do, king? All praise to Allah, the Most High
I'm just tappin' wit' a young brother to see what his potential is
On what we should be heading out there to Burbank
Keep God first, keep Allah first
And give call me back, brother

Talking to God and asking, "Hey, is there more tests?"
Threw away the nickel bag, I can't handle no more stress
I'd rather not do it if I can't do my best (yeah)
I put myself into the music, I feel so more relaxed
I had to quiet my thoughts so I could listen (listen)
Bought so much equipment, I got them tax provisions (yeah)
Me and my nigga 08, we used to be ditching
Back in seventh grade when music was just a vision
I can't get caught up in these motherfuckin' trends
I can't get caught up thinkin' niggas is my friends (yeah)
I will not give up 'cause I do it for my fans
And when I get back, I'ma hit your bitch again
Then I give her back like I owe you back taxes
My niggas pull up if them bitches are ratchet
And I can't call my nigga 'cause my nigga is absent
Don't know who I'ma call when I'm going through bad shit

I wish my nigga was here
I said, I wish my nigga was here

We was at the studio back at your mama house
Didn't have no money so we had to figure it out
With a Macbook Pro and Logic 9
If you wanna be good, this music'll take your time
But then it give right back, my nigga was a tutor
I was the student now we are the future
In that white Prius, niggas was just cruisin'
Tryna make a session, not being a loser
Tryna make it out the ghetto with a mic and a computer
Tryna reach new levels so shit could just be smoother
For your mama, your sister, and her kids
I heard you bought a house, so I'm proud of you, nigga, you did it

I wish my nigga was here
I said, I wish my nigga was here