Lyrics:
yeah
I'll get by if you smile
You can never be too happy in this life
In a world where everybody hates a happy ending story
It's a wonder love can make
soothe me
Like you always do
In this moment
Troubles seemed to fade away
And joy volant
Was hiding bleakness of the day
The hand of fate divided them
aglow
Sit'n in a pub by a pot belly stove
Up in the mountains where it's twenty below, the wind she's a howl'n and its pretty damn cold
Wont come in get
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like wontons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is like three zip
So, run! Hop fences,
I've been on my grind
I've been on my grind
I've been on my grind
Grind, yeah
I've been on my grind
But I couldn't do it without you by my side
With
smells my whiskey breath
What's your problem? It's happy hour
Don't you want a bourbon on your way to work?
Chasing portfolio in Tokyo
Where's my fucking
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
limitless
Now we play it safe and stick to their parameters
The only stars we look at are the rich and glamorous
In the court of public opinion, the verdict's
rich, kid
I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit
The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm
It's why you're not me;
are now
Since "Can I Borrow a Dollar?" Ooh I'm a star now
I'm coming from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
gone do what it do
That's gone stick it and move
He want a real bitch from the ghetto
Attitude stank but that ass on jello
Short ass bitch 5'5 in
rims on a mini
God bless his soul
Oh
I don’t give a fuck
How my hand was dealt
I handle my businesses
What you should know
If I, had to do it all again
by me
I can hang tight I can do it alright
I could fuck it up tenderly
You can go home you can go it alone
You will never be owned by me
I can hang
in the chain of the mystery
Time for that mist to leave
By way of the breeze, flows formed by my speak
Dude obviously made it in the ranks of elite
Slipping by, don't bother me, I won't bother you.
If you let me I'll sleep the while, let you do the things you need to.
Steeping high, my heart,
to get the friction on
So, ladies (yeah) ladies (yeah)
If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even white boys got
I make no apologies for it
Now I'm enriched being chauffeured in something foreign
Turned my dreams to a fortune by packaging street decorum
Shake it Shorty with ya high priced ass, priced ass
Tryin' to be a billionare I got things to do
I made my mark in this game who the fuck are you
They say
with this music dream
Can’t do it by yourself you gotta build a team
Watch an artist come up quick and then catch a buzz
Just as quick turn into someone
a path different ground
Had a way to make it easier but I never went and found
Headache I tried to drown
Never precedented
I’ve been in
Quite a down
Make
fingers up and representing cliques
Niggas ain't real no more man all they do is snitch
Ain't no way around it you're a fucking bitch
Niggas don't dance no
you
When you fail, you're lower than all
You should've known, they're laughing now
No direction, no way to learn
Can't do it til you're in it, but you
to believe in something else
But how do I know if I'll make it through?
How do I know, where's the proof in you?
And so it goes, this soldier knows
buy, won't stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
R - realest niggas puttin it
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