Fre$h Prinze

YJ Cr8

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YJ Cr8


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Yeah
I'm back in that mode
Feel like I'm ballin' but never get close
To all uh my goats
I gotta go
Yeah
I
Hate to procrastinate
I'm on uh better way
I can't exaggerate
Say I'm uh featherweight
Pockets on heavyweight
I'm gonna get it
Downing uh bottle
I drown in the liquor
Don't pop uh pill
But they makin' look nice
RIP Juice wish my ngga could get right
I sipped uh lot I was feelin' it
Killin' me
Numbin' this pain with uh shot after shot
Stay in the house I ain't fuckin' w plots
F*ck all those socials and everyday bickerin'
Down in the dirt I heard nggas was snickerin'
The only nggas laugh on yo downfall
Is pussc
I ain't talk to God in uh minute
I'm feelin' it
I let the darkness in
I need the light
I had uh light
It was shinin' too bright
I had uh fire
I needed no lighter
Still eatin' scrambled eggs right off the plate
F*ck bein' good I just wanna be great
I used to think about stacking uh wage
I'm gettin' paid off the sake of my name
I got uh feelin' they fuckin' with Cr8
Rest in peace uncle Kenny he was my Ace
Runnin' some drills in the front of Monee's
Showed me some heart let the dog out the cage
I shed uh tear when I hit the replay
Numbin' my sorrow uh shot to the brain
How does it feel when you killin' yo pain
I wouldn't know I won't feel it again
I like the love but I'm not with the sentiment
They in uh better place?
How do you know this shit?
Mind go dark when I'm feelin' like killin' shit
I miss the days when I used to be innocent
Ate from the fruit
And I'm fucked up mentally
I really hope that my family missin' me
Won't be long 'fore we cook in the kitchen
Recipes crazy
I learn and I listen
You nggas be losin' the margin too big
Funky the Fresh so just call me the Prince
Hand me no handouts I'm still gonna win
I pay my respects to the ones checkin' in
My mind gotta get right before I get back
I don't wanna go back to where I was at
Cold and it's lonely with knives in yo back
I still wanna be on the point like uh tack
You nggas be losin' the margin too big
Funky the Fresh so just call me the Prince
Hand me no handouts I'm still gonna win
I pay my respects to the ones checkin' in
Still eatin' scrambled eggs right off the plate
F*ck bein' good I just wanna be great
I used to think about stacking uh wage
I'm gettin' paid off the sake of my name
I got uh feelin' they fuckin' with Cr8
Rest in peace uncle Kenny he was my Ace
Runnin' some drills in the front of Monee's
Showed me some heart let the dog out the cage

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Written by: Elijah Creighton-Rhea

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