Lyrics:
grindin' so long
Still I had to find my way on my own
I can tell ya what it beez like
I can tell ya what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
slappin, folks are smokin dope
And doin my thing, I'm on the muthafuckin East coast
From Brooklawn to Q.B. they know me
Up in Harlem World they say Snoop
you over see
Thinking bout you in my sheets
Now I’m just writing bout you on a sheet
Maybe I jus gotta change my ways
I’m not a player not part
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
One thing's for certain, two things For sure Give no fuck bout where I'm at, I stay protected
With my pole Whether I'm Outside or I'm in the crib
thing
And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man
So when they start talkin' like that there
Tell them bitches get the fuck out your ear 'cause you
different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
They gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us
I'm so elusive, so my niggas be goin' through it
What I'm talking about
Seems insane
I said
Big dreams
Big things
What imma do so bitch please
I said
Dream big bout being a father
All my little kids
tired of feelin' that the people are talkin'
I heard a rumor that things ain't changin'
But Lord knows that we goin' make it
Oh
The world famous
my music's being wrote by a depressed person
Uh yeah, now I'm feeling distant
Cutting people off cuz they couldn’t be consistent
Records goin up
bout things I can't change
It's a crazy mind game, but the pain in my veins
Has paved the way for great things, trails to blaze and make gains
Ain't been
discipline their call
They goin' kill it, kill it
Kill it and fall
Games open wide
Labels centralized with a corporate mind
Public being flooded by
no way not myself
Go by Dust but swear to fuck
Won't end up on the shelf
They could talk bout Kim & Pete
While I just plot in wealth
I get to it then
talking cats tryin' to do a nigga foul
It's goin' down nigga round up the team
I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene
Ship them things in route
on chill, bout a Check
Everything I ever did, had to climb to the top
I wont stop 'til i'm running the game
Being at the bottom was never my thing
You
Shit ain been goin my way
Seem like Time gettin away
I Told my dawg dat I'm straight
I told my dawg nem I'm straight
I been drownin' ina Drank
Only thing
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
don't know stuff
Claiming I'm the reason
Why we fussing and we fighting
Like a nigga ain’t show you no love
For you I always went outta my way
My crush
know it's strange, but I can't find love and it's really dimming down my light
What if time flies by when I blink my eyes and the only things left ain't
niggas, they wanna be us
Lotta niggas, they wanna be us
From the way these niggas be all in my dick, I swear these niggas be sus
Niggas be thinkin' they
like all this time we spendin' and I'm hopin' we do more of it
Then she slams The Doors in my face, ironic 'cuz I look like Jim Morrison
Yeah
You gonna
copy
Trust come truth big facts my hobby
Got my shortie goin spin the block
I see those germs please keep your snot
You only drip Real spill or not
I
I know you've been goin' through some things
Uh huh
I know you don't even love the same, do you
Do you? I know you've been runnin' on empty
Runnin'
Which way did he go? Slim Jim? Tempe?
Or Henny or Penny Lane or feather brain
Cheddar cane, leather interior range
Inferior Timothy Leary estranged
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