Lyrics:
life
I have to learn my lessons
I dont make impressions
And there are no devastations
When you keep low expectations
So I went from social distortion
Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating and sneering at life's disarray
Eating away at your own self esteem
Pouncing on every word that you might be
to read more bout my life and my story as a hero
I'm boutta shine, going hard for what's mine. I know it's grind time, prime time, my time
Days fly by, I
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
goddamn earned"
I’m like this i blow M’s every month & I
Can’t get rid of this habit
They say I’m for the flex
But I’m not too much showy
My life’s full
gone
I'd know you'd all be missing
If you want a letter of referral
To see what position I'm in
Just look at my resume
My life story
My reputation
I'll
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
a threat to
Posed a threat, it's posed a threat to
My image, my art
But it's a mask for lacking creativity
From the start, I've made it this far
By being
many stories past generations wanna tell us
And we miss them
Many errors we as humans and social system
It's funny that people have revelations
behind
‘Cos beats
Plus mic and studio time
Cost price
Yet I’d pay that twice ‘cos this is what I’d call a release on life
Gotta be honest lost a few by my
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
luck
But i just duck those lifeless souls
And stick to my plan
I'm like Stan lee
And you may Stan me
While i plan me
It began as a perfect life
From
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
and self-reproach;
An image kept secret by its veiled oath.
Look into my eyes, there's no regret. No, no regret!
I'm not dead; life hasn't caught up yet.
Just
"Getting by"
I couldn't count the amount of times
I've had to fake the smile
People want in my head too much
They fail but she the magic touch
Substance be
prison whose an individual lose that struggle
My stories burst niggas bubbles, make mute niggas mumble
Ready to shed blood up in the jungles
Hey yo
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
Look at my settlement cases, gave they asses some stitches
Used to put bottles to faces, all we ask is forgiveness
My past story full of sins, somehow,
My life now not the same
I got money with the fame
PayPal with the transfer
Brought my momma straight to tears
Get her a 'Rari to steer
She ain't pay
you were skipping classics
I did it on my first one and delivered to the masses
Your songs are immemorable, your verses are impenetrable
I ain't even
Took the Kennedy route
Witness
Stories contradict and
Confliction make Black men
Say it had to end
It won't happen again
Pump your fist (3x)
Can you hear
now
Took a couple of ears but you are vibing to my music now
I sit at home alone and catch a vibe all by myself
Then put it on an instrumental hoping
balanced, blessings
I mark as tally's, expressing me
Through my passion
Not social media captions
Presence hold all the magic
Diamond glove Michael Jackson
that heard em
That's what forced me to withdraw
Social media was killing me
Was doubting abilities
Questioning my career
If I should look for more
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