Deeper - Dynas, Rapper Big Pooh, Phonte

Yeah, Rapper Big Pooh

Phonte, Dynas, 9th Wonder’s on production

Another LB function

Topshop where we at, you know the tune

Yeah, check it, yo, uh

For the right price, you can get quite nice

That’s how they do life right now in the D

Scallywags selling P for free, when I hop in the V

Do they think bidness back to the street?

On the hunt for they master beat with the glass dick

It’s a shame what they do for that next hit

And every move is so drastic

I’m talking bout prom queens who turned into has-beens

Like this chick named Mia

Shorty was the shit in high school, every broad had to be her

Walking down the hall, every dude had to gee her

Rocked the new shit, Diesel shoes, no sneakers

Hair kept tight, French tips fresh

Everything she did, Mia was the best

Until graduation day, life turned to mess

Her pops took two to the chest over dope money

Now the family’s broke, moms turned to Bourb' and Coke

Tryna numb the pain, Mia never came to grips with it

Going through flicks then ripping them shits before she’d get drunk with it

In the streets, no faction

Snow became her fashion, riding through, no passion

Now old classmates laugh while they passing

Because she gone in the wind, and that’s what happens

I seen storms, sunshowers and rain

Just as sure as the sky’s blue and the seasons change

A lot of people use chemicals to ease the pain

There’s gotta be more, I’m tryna go deeper mayne

I wanna tell the church where the works of the devils appear

Why the blonde haired, blue eyed Jesus gazes and stare

I’m from the ghetto where they braided his hair, slum raiding the square

We found love when he made it appear

Pastor told me drop dough and my soul would be clear

And I believed him, he purchased a (?) this year

As if my life will be spared if I start giving

No details, just told your boy I was not Christian

The plot thickens when he revoked my baptism

Repo’d my black vision, man of the cloth who tortured black women

Said the Bible wasn’t mine, but found the time

To stack riches, steady asking for my tide

Many men claim they bang they head

Turn off your T-N-N and run tell your friends

Ain’t no salvation in the message he said

I could never comprehend, now the title of being born again

Could help me lose my friend

We used to chill but now I can’t talk to them

Claiming we not equal, thought we was all God’s people?

Questioning my faith and where I stand as a man

So now my home is my church, and Dynas, he only worship with the fam

I seen storms, sunshowers and rain

Just as sure as the sky’s blue and the seasons change

A lot of people use religion to ease the pain

There’s gotta be more, I’m tryna go deeper mayne

This is the last stop, last chance, last train to greatness

Last pain I take within my own chance

For Hip Hop, I feel I got to take a strong stance

I’m sick of that bullshit, hell I’m a grown ass man

I had to sit back, think, pause and recline

Gain a sense of myself while I’m caught in the grind

I could just throw some words together and call it a rhyme

But I’m tryna change the world eight bars at a time

That’s what deep thoughts will do to you kid

Have you thinking bout existence and how hard it usually is

I’m kinda young but I ain’t new to the biz

Just wanna hear my beats knock like past opportunities did

Phonte still burning it — rhymes so ahead of his time

I reminisce and see future occurrences

Thoughts ain’t deep like mine?

Y’all niggas should turn it in

Respect in the game, muh’fucker we earning it, word up

I seen storms, sunshowers and rain

Just as sure as the sky’s blue and the seasons change

A lot of people write rhymes to relieve the pain

There’s gotta be more, I’m tryna go deeper mayne

It’s like that y’all

The fly shit y’all

We don’t miss y’all