Serving feins in a hype car I had to work hard I just bought sum more guns i couldve bought a go yard He fought hard But this hard I mixed up with precision And the only thing we really have in life is our decisions I was 14 fleeing drinking dirty sprite & school skipping when they copy everything u do u gotta move different when u get up in them jams u see who real & who isn’t 40ty glock I keep it on me pop a roller get to trippin I been poppin since 08 I’m who they mention in they mentions I had to get it out the mud I used to get heads in detention don’t nobody want no money everybody want attention I can get a bag I got Pyrex vision
Drinking bottle after bottle alcohol don’t mix with sorrow/ If took a loss today you can win that back tomorrow/ Mistakes is all a part of life don’t let that keep you up at night/ Every lesson there’s a blessing in/ This time make sure you get it/ focus on yourself not what the next man getting/
They prayed fa me to loose but I , I prove them wrong cause Im 13 & doing big things & a lotta stuff to come & I ain’t worried abt these girls I’m only worried abt my schoo & I’m focused on me eatin & my family eatin to & I reach for the clouds so if I fall I don’t touch ground & when I’m at the top it’s stuck there & I’m never looking down . I done been hurt so many times cause they claim that they gone ride & they gone be on my side but we all know them was lies . Just sum problems can’t be solved & my mind can take em all & my heart just wanna love but my trust is so messed up . It’s like .... dang ion even have no sympathy the ones I used to love is just turnin into my enemies I wanna see u eat but ion want you at my table cause when I ain’t have a dime u was neva faithful yeah o u felt good when I felt bad but when u sad I got yo back it’s like dang ion even have no sympathy the ones I used to love iS just turnin into my Enemies I wanna see u eat but ion want you at my table cause .... when I felt bad you u ain’t even have my back ain’t try to make sure I was good .
I been praying, every night, tryna blow with this music shit, hope I take flight. Niggas hate that I picked up the pen, want me dead and gone some where in the pen. At night I get to trippin like I’m wearing slides cause I get to reminiscing on them times when we ain’t have much. I’m a foodstamps baby, mama born in the 80’s. She was young when she had me, 2 kids all on her own, father missing in the home. I seen so much shit, remember the time he tried to take you out, my brother hid that tool under the couch, fast foward to now if a nigga put his hand on you ma, he wont make it out. I beat the odds, folks watching me, but they aint scouts. I need a hunnid racks in a blue pack. Tryna do the dash in a scat pack. Put the money in a choke hold, so you know they blue faces. Got some folks that’ll off ‘ya top, real cold cases. Tied our shoes before we fought, cant trip over no laces. Know a couple niggas with cheat codes, so you know they scammers. flipped bands like we flipped them channels. Ran it back like I played for Bama. I gotta be tuff, we grew up off Boosie, send mo shots than an Uzi, behind bars like I’m doing fed time, tell ‘em open up the blinds, they gotta see this shine! gotta see me shine!
Drinkin bottle after bottle achoul don’t mix sorrow If I took a lose today I can get that shit right back tomorrow Mistakes is part of life don’t let that keep you up at night Every lesson there’s a blessing this time make sure you Ight This time make sure that you get it don’t worry about what they gettin Ion care about what they say cuz they ain’t listen when I was damaged Might be taking little steps but I know dat one day I’ll be famous
Overview Lyrics Listen Analysis Main Results Pipe that shit up TnT Dmac on the fuckin' track I say, uh, oh, yeah, look In the back of the Benz, I just got it painted The grill gold-plated, my crib still gated But we ain't used to have not a dollar, who gon' take it Robberies in Grand Theft Auto, I can't fake it They told me don't be trippin' about it, I can't save it A whole lotta bring problems But if a nigga play, we gon' get him murdered tomorrow Wanna see me demonstrate? '87 tea top Cultey, put it on the interstate Solitaire, DO, they can't even see my face These hoes they want me to chase I don't keep my sneakers laced I don't ride [?] my key can't go to no valet Flew my cars out to LA I saw so many posin' and bitch we gon' need to vacate We been off for some decades Look, smokin' grade A, but in school I got low grades Get that boy a box of perfume, he got [?] Look, throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly Look, I'ma die, in these Cuban links, I feel like [?] Walk through 'em, want me to call through, that's a role Look, what you gonna do when the money through, shorty Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me Okay, yeah, only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony You gon' do, what The Who, I ain't homie Lab man, he got [?] by the I ain't no cappin', I spent you advance on little homie We gon' get it [?] we don't land til the morning, huh Matter fact, gon' hit 'em up while I'm performin', huh I just got another grill, call me George Foreman, huh I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry, huh Are you niggar, do it, bitch you worser than a woman, huh Anybody get it nigga, show me my opponent, huh I be in the newest shit, I introduce you to this I put you on my shooter list, fuck it, let me do the bitch I been goin' through some shit, flip out, give the Juul a hit On the one like Chris child, we don't sip on no Christ style I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket When we was in that Nissan, they didn't give me nothin' When I was fucked up my own bitch wouldn't even love me When I ain't have my swagger right the hoe wouldn't even fuck me I be on some feed the fam shit, I know my momma proud of me I know that cuck real good, I just can't put down the shit I do it real big, but they don't acknowledge it Look at where I live You know I cash that on it, a condo and a crib I pay more than 1.5 for it Every day I spend some shit, every thing I'm in be lit Everything I thing about it, I be tryna spend some shit Long live all of my niggas where we done came Hater, I gotta talk to you in the graveyard Source: Musixmatch
Chilling in the stew Sipping on Flamingo Juice Cup fulla pink drank Face stained blue My ♥ fa I only gt a few Ima start a TFUND &Leave to my crew Looking at nephew Real thoroughbred I see me When I see u Thkn bt hw sht gt Real I pray it's easier 4u Rest Ez To my UNK I rly miss U drp'n jewels Gotta Take my Hat off 4 dis one Hea It was awful 2swallo Dat pill U kno waz up w me U kno I'm Mr Keeep G Mr. Keep it Street I just been hustling crafting skill Get'n Activ w dis Movement Praying Soon I sign a deal
I'm immaculate hope you catching it When imagining my mind miraculous Add a adjectives Irrational savages Irrelevant advocate I'm intelligent passionate
When I hit the mic, everyone go crazy!🔥 Twenty years old, she finna have my baby! Look at me I’m finna go on top of world! Please! Everybody save me! I did wrong things, cant nobody blame me! We cussing and fighting, she calling me lazy! Daddy told me never give up, I wanna see you success Taking 10 steps forward but feels like putting in less. God, what do you have planned for me Come down, so I can hear Whatchu sayin to me. Get suck looking at the wall, asking why do I want myself dead Give me 3 reasons why I shouldn’t put a bullet through my head. Got the devil weighing more on my shoulder Seeing the reflection I didn’t want too become, making me feel colder. Don’t want too keep struggling when I get older! Want a happy family, but depression just keeps holding me down All I see is the floor, wait, maybe it’s a blood hound These stress shit is heavy on my heart, I can’t keep going! Just want too believe that I can! But I can’t. Just want too believe that there is a hand But I can’t Just want believe that I can stand But I can’t PART TWO COMING SOON!!!!
Okay okay okay Mannn Life crazy damn she finna have my baby thinking how he gone be born in a world so racist My dog Leonard damn that nigga turned state on me Lord forgive him I'm so tired of all these fake homies Gotta wake up dress myself looking in the mirror Smoke a 3.5 so the world I can see it clearer yeah my heart got bigger when niggas get arrested make statements and they come with a sentence I'm on the top floor in the fast lane living first class Born a real nigga so you dont even gotta ask that Walk in the trap and all you see is white crack or white bags took a lil lost still amazing me how I shook back
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