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Marshals As authorities are tryin' to figure out who opened fire I'm a savage, I got wild habits Corporate thuggin', stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (bah-bah-bah) .40 blows sounds like cars crashin' Word to Kim, they left his brain, it's on the car dash (woo) Xannies to sleep, Perc', Addys to turn up He gotta go, he witnessed the murder My hands ain't free, I can't hold no grudges If he a gangster and he told, it ain't no discussion Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost My bitch be gettin' high, gotta check her pulse She said, "Bust me down, Frenchie, bust me down" I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer Million dollars for a show, started from a cypher Come and talk to me 'Cause I got it for the low too Can I talk to you I really wanna show you Biggs you took it too far, I go too hard Corporate thuggin', I got killers on the Zoom call Hustle too smart, and they don't do charts Forty bricks distribution like it's TuneCore We grindin' if you with it, everybody knew it was impossible Until the fool came along and did it Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole Comin' soon from the Mollys to the Percs Now they takin' shrooms, helium balloons, still runnin' on fumes You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer Coke Boys, Montana, it ain't nothin' realer Come and talk to me 'Cause I got it for the low too Can I talk to you I really wanna show you New details this noon after a mass shooting outside a restaurant in Miami Gardens I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome (Coke Boy, baby)
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Ima simple I just watch sum movies and record Have sex and drink henna when im muthafuckin bored But im finna drive a Bentley never content with a ford Everything these other rappers do its all lookin forced Me im focused and self adorned Neva taken off course Im the type to sleep in a storm I aint sleep in no dorm Im just readin all day I keep my ass informed Ima drop a drop a thousand albums Greatest catalogue ever formed Tryna perfect my craft Im the best out just not yet On everybodys map Nobody fuckin wit my path I am my entire staff I take a lul break to take these Niggas bitches I work hard man cut my ass sum slack Im just maxed Never cashed out No self doubt Just arrogance No hesistance Only 20 but Im feelin like a veteran Mostly cuz how my TuneCore pays Last kingdom man I just got me a skade Thats a bad bitch Pussy excellent The way I move is elegant Don't worry if I steel ya girl Ima treat lika gentlemen Thats just how I be Im quite terrific These other niggas timid Im off a tab im trippin My right hand gotta 19 In his pocket that why he Look like he limpin N we got sum bitches N they patron sippin Just got an alert TuneCore Said im runin up the digits YEAH YEAHH YEAHH YEAHH YEA YEA YEAH
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Produced by Jacob Vallen and Trippop, Sogimura, Yatto & many more. Published by TuneCore Publishing. Registered with ASCAP, Songtrust, SoundExchange, and The MLC. Unauthorized duplication, distribution, or use is strictly prohibited.
Bad bitch from the east side got face tats Caught a flight to the West and A nigga drove weight back Pop a seal on some Hi Tech, throw a 8 back Got more gas than the Service pump at Racetrack Lost a load on the road Nigga had to shake back Got more sticks than the Quickshot over in BuckHead Had to transport a thousand P’s of Exotic on a truck bed Growing up in the jects we Was sleeping on bunk beds Lil mama give a nigga migraine She give great head White collar dollars taxing clients On Green Dot Drain the card out then invest the Money on a trap spot Bad bitch from the south side I’m giving back shots Last year I made 120 from a laptop Getting to the money damn a nigga can’t stop I ain't Tarantino but i got big guap Hell naw I ain’t Juney but I got big knots Call Chris told em hurry up And flood my watch Nigga tried to kick the door fucked Around and caught a face shot Took a 50 that i made from TuneCore and started a Grow Op I be walking inside the trap spot Make sure the door locked Had to go buy Monclear cause it’s cold out I ain’t signed a deal yet dog imma hold out I just did a show in Knoxville it was sold out I ain’t trusting none of you Sheisty niggas they low down Seen a few niggas get Finessed for four pounds White collar dollar reperations had To get some payback Rich nigga tried to serve a Nigga out a Maybach Robbers laying on my home I showed you where i layed at Walking out the front door a Nigga had to stay strapped Gave a few niggas loans never got paid back Never told a nigga no when they Told me they need some If you ain’t got loyalty then Money don’t mean nothing Right now I’m on a fast Nigga can’t eat nothing Fucked her 3 times lil mama just keep cumming Started my career from weed money
Produced by Jacob Vallen, Trippop, Sogimura, Yatto & others. Published by TuneCore Publishing. Registration Information: • PROs: ASCAP, Songtrust • Digital Rights Organizations: SoundExchange, The MLC Legal Notice: Unauthorized duplication, distribution, or use is strictly prohibited.
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Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Limits the sky, images I get to whipping to lyrics you hear wit ya eyes You see me at my lowest just know that I’m high If I open my eyes, you might notice the light in my cranium I plan to show you what’s bright Strike when I write like I jumped out the pool and then jumped in a thunderstorm Holding a kite wit a grill in my mouth while I’m holding the mic My favorite past time is minding my business I did not wait for no one to tell me I was dope I jumped up and did it The reason I get it even if the world coming down around me I ain’t quitting Quentin Miller, Percy Miller personified when you look at his writtens Food for thought straight out the kitchen the recipe basic so is competition So I don’t be stressing over who don’t listen Some people see the water still won’t sip it I used to hit the bottle get to tripping Now I hit the weed and start depicting the sickest cadences thought up in existence I came for the cash, we deep in the bag when me and DreCat record wit Jay For we hit the lab, got down on dabs to think up some shit to record today City on my back city even in your city put it on the map like I’m sposed to bae Ima flip a pack, hit them wit the tax, I won’t hit you back You don’t have no racks, need it for the craft I just wanna rap, Ima make it back I always got to make sure that I do more I'm ballin' baby, found 50 dollars in my TuneCore I'm working every day, every hour, 7-24 Working every day, every hour, 7-24, Aye Ok, I hit you with words of wisdom, your soul just moves with my rhythm My homies, I'm rolling with them Your beezies, we smoking with them I tell her no home wrecking, She still goes, that's her decision Cali and Cat, that's Jordan and Pippen Steve-O, Devo, the way I whip it, I whip it good Evil Kenevil stunting, flannel jacket zip with the hood Yeah I got this at the Spring Valley Swapmeet Red, blue, or green, I said fuck it, Ima cop 3 Hoodie on, even when it's warm Night drives, I turn the station on to the Quiet Storm Mama knew I'd be big, 10 pounds when I was born August 9, 1989, a star was born So it makes sense that my sign is a Leo Vocals good on everything, my sound is Tapatio With my Vietnamese bros, raving, popping keo But I had to slow it down, couldn't take one pill Neo, no way I always got to make sure that I do more Ballin' baby, found 50 dollars in my TuneCore I'm working every day, every hour 7-24 Working every day, every hour 7-24 Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us Lames can't sit with us, lighting up trees you can't hit with us
And you need somebody you can call now Tryna find a scapegoat Drownin' in the same boat Tryna hide it all from your children Your brain is in escape mode You don't have a J-O-B So the kids need to feel it I watchin' mom and dad stress I kept the lights and the Water with TuneCore checks then Tension got tight, tighter than a bow Marriage got weaker, divorce got closer Money 'bout to come Love was walkin' out the door though Balance in media, in fights You're tryna record though Damned if I got it, damned if I didn't 'cause Once the money came, the power got shifted No income 'til I provided some Every bite, every shower Every light just remind them That stubborn mom crazy, vice versa They tryna figure out which vice worser High off, angry, drunk off, petty The both freefallin' They both loved Tom Petty Problems too deep, was the culprit Money's the shooter and the Doctor's so bullshit, yeah Remember they always told me you Would lie to me I could have anything that I want 'Cause I'm a little weak when it comes to you Sit down, lay on my shoulder You can cry to me You could have anything that you want 'Cause I'm a little sweet when It comes to you (Probably would've did the same) Well not for me Life is cheap, I been sellin' for a quarter P I can't speak on it On recordin' 'cause authorities Want the deets on it Can't afford the beep word I'm in Dover street shoppin' Guess I landed feet first switch up my Mix match my Gucci with the Kenzo It all depend who you depend on I ain't lettin' me down, slow the beat down Hit my tempo run up on me, catch a beatdown Shawty want a nigga beat down on it I'ma need tongue first Shawty want a lil' relief I got her swimmin' like it's Dunkerque With no regard, I'm no life guard Hate to burst all your balloons But I'm realer when I puncture Don't you die on the job, I know life's hard But it's lethal when they leave you Can appeal it like Ezekiel When I peel back on your speak I see fickle and a snake Word couldn't hide the stench Her, better find a bench Bas life until the bank now, I'm back now
[Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto [Verse] Miro tus ojos escondidos No sé qué piensas de verdad Entre susurros y latidos Busco palabras sin piedad [Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto [Verse 2] En este juego de emociones Nos perdemos sin razonar Navegamos entre ilusiones Busco mi alma encontrar [Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto [Verse 3] Días se alargan sin respuestas La duda empieza a florecer Es un laberinto de promesas Amar sin saber qué hacer [Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] Hola tristeza bienvenida Tu sombra empieza a invadir Cansado de esta partida Que no me deja dormir [Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto [Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto [Chorus] Dime si el amor es cierto O si sólo es un disfraz Dime si el amor es cierto Dime si el amor es cierto Piture made in Open AI Photo: Open Art AI Distribution: TuneCore
Copyrights ©℗ 2022 FUGUE STcTE [PH] ________________ F only By FUGUE STcTE [PH] Release Date: 24-Dec-2022 Label: FUGUE STcTE [PH] ISRC#: TCcGS2200827 UPC: 859768984103 Primary Genre: Rock Secondary Genre: clternative Distributor: TuneCore
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Livin off a duffle My mind is in a bubble They could just chill cuz I would rather hustle Got Nipsey in my speakers and my head up high Nothin could form against me I don't need an alibi, bye Livin off a duffle My mind is in a bubble They could just chill cuz I would rather hustle Got Nipsey in my speakers and my head up high Nothin could form against me I don't need an alibi, bye Put a brick a day I bet it keeps growin Rather than just talk i'm boutta do the showing You showin up at 9:30 Hoping that it's early I've been on a watch swear I'm curving Collaborators Not exaggerating I'm in my inner matrix tryna guide these lyrics You want a hand Oh you want a hand Pockets in my pants You know your not the man like Livin off a duffle My mind is in a bubble They could just chill cuz I would rather hustle Got Nipsey in my speakers and my head up high Nothin could form against me I don't need an alibi, bye Gotta say Gotta say Gotta say Gotta say A big fuck you to the people who doubted To the people who doubted A big fuck you to the people who doubted I'm still making money Gotta switch to TuneCore Distro kid ain't working I've been on the giving end receiving ain't my person yo Never really had it So never really want it It's sad I gotta work harder to shine a lot brighter But that don't mean shit 50 songs a fuckin year Make it 57 I'm counting all my blessings You never really going Where you wanna go I put all them out and one day I'll blow Livin off a duffle My mind is in a bubble They could just chill cuz I would rather hustle Got Nipsey in my speakers and my head up high Nothin could form against me I don't need an alibi, bye
Verso 2 Cien letras en mi mente, listas para volar, TuneCore y Songtrust las van a abrazar. Cada palabra es mía, cada acorde también, Mi legado es infinito, mi voz va a resurgir.
So you can get litty on youTube (nigga, huh, pussy) Don't give a fuck 'bout you and your two views (nigga) Pussy, we don't give a fuck 'bout you and your two views, huh (ah) Uh (yeah), you gotta do more, huh (you gotta do more) And gang don't need a deal (nah) They gettin' rich off of TuneCore (uh) I'm 'bout to buy me a new Porsche (skrrt) I'm with a bitch gettin' blewed off I taste good, I'm too sauced (uh) They tried to squash it through a group call (pussy) You get no love from me (nah) Huh, you a dub for me (nah) You mention Fivi every song Nigga (nigga), your bars from me I hope a lot of niggas get sanctioned (uh) Made a lot of niggas turn Crip (uh) You sayin' you ain't my son (uh) Then you lyin' on my dick (boaw) I know a secret, he really a bitch I know a secret, he really a bitch (look, huh) Nigga (nigga), I put you in the mix (I put you in the mix) Uh (uh) Yeah (yeah, yeah) Let me tell you somethin' (let me tell you somethin', nigga) Watch out for them niggas That's always pointin' out the bad shit 'Cause they lookin' out for you Niggas ain't lookin' out for you Them niggas that feel like You obligated to do somethin' for them You ain't obligated to do nothin' for nobody, nigga Fuck them niggas, uh No cap
(hook) Walked in this bitch with sumn crazy on my arm 25 like I made it dawg All that clout, they done played it out Where I’m from they don’t make it out I woke up, I’m out of the matrix If I go broke, going back to the basics Up all night replaying, all of our conversations (verse 1) Life ain’t bout homers it’s bout hits Fuck being famous, I dont wanna be lit Just wanna be rich, make ideas exist It’s PreFamous on the back of my fit One life tip, When you wear your own, you don't gotta wear designer Out in the hills, I was looking for designers On a good run, like Deontay Wilder Elon Musk, Yeezy inspired Outta space, preaching to the choir Climbing up the ranks, tryna get a lil higher Highest in the room when I retire PreFamous merch go cop the attire Out here for real I was looking for suppliers Light at the end, it’s gettin lil brighter Feel like Ye imma spit it through the wire Came from the mud so nothing is stopping me I know my day ones is proud of me Mixed the Prada with Armani jeans Photo shoots they stare like I cause a scene Songs getting mixed I'm high off this ecstasy End of a scene, my circle get smaller Wise for my years, the way I was brought up Talking my shit, that was ‘19 Prada (hook) Walked in this bitch with sumn crazy on my arm 25 like I made it dawg All that clout, they done played it out Where I’m from they don’t make it out I woke up, I’m out of the matrix If I go broke, going back to the basics Up all night replaying, all of our conversations (verse 2) Bunch of lost files, but they still getting dropped Built a catalog, it only take one to pop It’s a free write but it’s still off the top Double Ms, TuneCore like the block The hardest part is the first couple mils Every song, cut a couple of reels Heart on my sleeve, you can see how I feel
I gotta set the record straight Your flow is just second rate Warren if it’s 1 on 1 Your forever be in 2nd place Surfing waves I shred away I medicate Then levitate Cocaine, Molly water and A little dab of special k Tusi , ecstacy 5th of henny Then I light a jay Vibin in the penthouse With my main bitch cuz my life is great What you acting rude for Now you losing 2-4 Nothing on your tunecore Pimped out you tunes whore Looking at my AR Like I need you in my arms Overdose hot shot Needle in your arm Tell the truth fuck the youth Bunch of squares fucking cubes Better concentrate your camp Or stay gassed up like the jews...
I started my adventure in the year 2020 Later, they made me miserable I took them down 'cause they were terrible Fast-forward to the year 2021 I posted my music on SoundCloud I needed someone to Turn my music up loud and blow their speakers out And blow their speakers out And blow their speakers out And blow their speakers out And blow their speakers out Amuse was not amusing DistroKid was too much money for a kid TuneCore? More like TuneSnore Ditto, you're nothing like the Pokémon UnitedMasters, you take too long I'm extremely impatient and I'm not wrong These are all the distributors that have done me wrong There's one more with the name of 5TH4N!!!
I need AEG to send me eighty B's I need to not get pulled over by APD, damn Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still (yeah) Still right here, standin' up real still (still) Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (yeah) Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal Ooh (yeah, fuck y'all) Still (still here, bitch) Ooh (yeah) Still (let me talk my shit) (Come on, yeah) Still don't care about expenditures (nah) Mailbox money, Tunecore, ten figures (M's) Ten bitches mad at me, I'm downplayin' (I am) Your whole life is my down payment (sheesh) My house maintenance could buy your last name (hah) Known in the city like I sold out Chastain (big time) Go by Russ, I don't need a rap name (I don't) I'm down to fuck up, I don't need to pass blame (come on) Drunk off my life 'til the point that I pass out (yeah) Still rollin' dice all night 'til I cash out (yeah) Bettin' on me, I'm the dealer, I'm the stacked house North Carolina to Atlanta, Jerry Stackhouse Your dream girl's here, I'm 'bout to blow her back out Your dream world's here, you just never pulled the map out But I did, I'm findin' that I should be cool Let them act up, play themselves, be a fool, yeah, I'm still Still gettin' hate, but my mind so still (yeah) Still right here, standin' up real still (still) Still love the game more than points, yeah, still (yeah) Still got a hunger like I'm tryna steal Ooh (yeah, fuck y'all) Still (still here, bitch) Ooh (yeah) Still (come on) Plaques in the mail, shoutout UPS You be mad, that's 'cause you be stressed Haha, yeah
Gift wrapping, wrapping gifts seeing my seeds happy Makes it better for conversation when I'm at events I'm so convinced that many men Wishing I die slowly as long as I'm not showing That I move coast to coastal I'm not so soft spoken Given them chances in the dark can't find holes I'm slipping in smooth slow infectious with cross bows If they could argue me toe to toe, they're going home They was not winning with the kid been home alone They DVDs bootlegged my boy this certified Lemons with a fizz boy this coke seems purified Holding up my weight getting questions like who am I When you know just good and well with your naked eyes This is the chronic, niggas with attitude, ruff rides G's who move in unit's, bad boys this us now When they hear that aw yeah, I bet you they scared now This wasn't a war annihilation your lucks out Pictures with the girls you wished you sniffed In a real motion event It's chilly around my side with some cold shoulders and switch Back in 13 we was dirty and catching licks Moving vatos call it no citizenships Salsa dipped in the sauce, morta boxing the whip That fog look is a trip Ain't I, sounding like him all eyes need to be straightened up Cause I'm liquor and I'm danked as fuck The real G's don't make mention of they moves Unless there's money to it, and me I'm in percentages Bigger, better ventage points vigoring Me out of my pocket doing stash Stashing the token flipping shit Beaming like the sun human man ray lordy lord They on and off me complaining complicated off and on I didn't really know more of off then on and wished me off to hell At the dock of spawn, doc of don They really think that all of this TuneCore that I'm on Giving people memories singing a bunch of songs My bars wasn't sitcoms, start playing at prom week Barbershops, nigga there's more to this shit I don't expect for you to get it all entirely fam Since I was seventeen, I had more hits than Miley fam At twenty-one I've seen like way more Kylie's fam It's like a raining introduction, but you smiling fam Yeah, south grove street shit seventeen EO
Bien sûr, voici les paroles avec une meilleure mise en forme et des espaces entre les mots J'les repousse comme l'hiver en URSS, bitch J'vais faire la loi comme un commandant SS Fin d'match, vise minimum le rang S J'suis v'nu en Clio, j'repars en RS, putain Partage pas l'butin, toujours à l'affût comme Papin J'te calcule pas, remémore-toi l'air hautain, ok ok Frappe enroulée, vise la lucarne comme Rashford T'en as pas assez, j'te le répéterai encore plus fort, bitch Dans c'milieu, c'est moi l'plus fort, wow wow J'ai les tactiques italiennes, trois lames comme Hidan Personne va rien dire comme le viol de six dames Si j'ai le fusil sur moi, j'tire à bout portant comme Beckman, OK Dans l'milieu, j'fais les meilleurs perfs J'm'en sortirai toujours même dans l'groupe F J'ai pris l'habitude d'recompter les sous Les sous viennent tous seuls, on t'éteint si tu fais le fou Sale fou, j'veux les RS et les mapess chaque jour Fin du contrat, deuxième couplet Début du match, j'ai déjà mis un doublé Rien qu'ces putes applaudissent J'suis plongé dans l'eau bénite comme Clovis Les petits, ils respectent pas la police Tout le temps, à nous prendre pour des novices De mon cœur, j'ai resserré la vis T'as merdé, et tu m'diras c'est la vie Pas sûr d'finir bien comme un vol à Tel Aviv Gros, j'vais péter le score J'veux les euros à TuneCore J'vais abattre les opps un par un, cache-toi tellement c'est hardcore Ça m'démonte les tympans mais c'est pas assez fort, OK Augmente le son, ils ont pas capté la cefor J'suis sur la file de gauche, allez appelle le E Il m'faut les EU-ROS pour pas être à perte Tôt le matin debout pour faire des thunes pas comme eux Dès le premier match, j'ai la carte TOTW
Push comes to shove, no matter a pandemic If I don’t really have minutes to live I can pen my greatest hits in my bag init Pass the catalog to my mom She’ll have mad business I get angry when people get lazy And start thinking that They deserve to be served At the table we eating at Extra plates what they don’t finish Hoping they leave with that No you pay extra I’m a sushi spot in Queens with that Yuneer My hard drive’s a buffet Too many unreleased and rough takes Two different classes the amount of waves you create In ten thousand hours I knock out on my lunch break Yuneer My locs smelling like Shea Moisture She Afrocentric Automatic intentions Saw the tusks she wanted to fuss then preed The copper Buffalo nickel and thought She falling in love I’m not the guy to read, trust, one of one I don’t move how everybody else does I’m not your main even though I contain A whole Ville of dreams Shawty it’s Mister Gainz Yuneer Stones on her neck she grabbed the two Breaking stories really thought she had the news Asked to do my birth chart I refused Said it’d explain we’re cosmically compatible Yuneer She ill what could I do As I chief leaf I could see Her eyes turn green from all the vegetables She grabbed the moon and said give me the best of you Yuneer New songs so royalties could triple I just keep raising the bar like good signal Never deny beginnings that look little Once you glow up the journey is so simple Truly this game is something you can bank on Just make sure you know who your friends are Yuneer Not everyone’s family think hard Brothers in jungles both lions But jealousy can bring scars Stories they told us from a youth then Yuneer Apply today so use them Cause bad recruitment will have snakes looped in Business looted and the hold around you won’t loosen Yuneer Independent as Fuck The thought 2 Billion for real we're going nuts Tell TuneCore I want stock after I’m done I’m bringing bout 25 tickets the first run And for all of my ops I’m on your head The pens on paper after this it’s your neck Diamonds look clear but you can’t clear all your debt It's the elephant, ready and set Yea Yuneer Yuneer
Let me talk to 'em, yeah I'm just tryna get my mind right I did what I said I would, I got my mom right I be squarin' up on doubt, like it's on sight The better part of me is tellin' me it's alright, yeah I'm just tryna get my mind right I did what I said I would, I got my mom right I be squarin' up on doubt, like it's on sight The better part of me is tellin' me it's alright, yeah This is '06 motives with 2010 potions I ain't have shit but my confidence and focus Dice game, I'm rollin' 'til I get seven Givin' hell at eighteen, I'm smokin' 'til I reach heaven Dropped out in the years that followed after Coulda made you think, I should have stayed in school and finished But 2016 became a multimillionaire rapper Thank God I didn't live accordin' to y'all's vision I never listen to anything but my gut From fifty dollars a week to two hundred thousand a month This is off my fables, top flight angels My TuneCore is a top five label Before the fame and managerial figures Stalkin' pictures on the wall like we were serial killers Held the camera once or twice, and I edited it too When I speak, it's from experience of every shoe, yeah I'm just tryna get my mind right I did what I said I would, I got my mom right I be squarin' up on doubt, like it's on sight The better part of me is tellin' me it's alright, yeah I'm just tryna get my mind right I did what I said I would, I got my mom right I be squarin' up on doubt, like it's on sight The better part of me is tellin' me it's alright, yeah This is ten years, six careers, mastered by one Watch your tone when you talk to me, these rappers are bums When it comes to what I'm doing or rather how much I am your whole team, you should respect me as such '97 Nissans to McLarens with trunks in the front I might pull up on my high school crush tryna fuck Of course she is, make her walk barefooted in my house I get the mouth when she sees the square footage, uh I'm just playin' my cards, you would play 'em if you had 'em Fourteen, makin' beats, friends laughin' at me Askin', "What, you think you gon' be famous or somethin'?"
Feelings that sit there and lay on my chest Never knew wrong Only knew best Had to make some mistakes to get to where I am And I wouldn’t trade that for shit Everybody tell me that you gotta move forward or else you gon be stuck in the past feeling normal Never had nothing except my pride and half hearted love I guess Rolling these dice till I get me a rover Looking for some ears, bring em all closer Tell me I’m hot, and my songs ain’t bogus Tell me I’m not, gonna waste time hoping Taking my shot, thought the court was open Writing these bangers and feeling so damn hopeless Russ said luck just bets on motion So I’m rolling these here joints and fuck Stadiums that are packed out I smoke five bats Till I pass out I’m on a new level Got a new kick No new kicks Ain’t no new, bitch I’m feeling mentally stable Got blessings filling my table Didn’t know I’d get this far Its tales of the brand new fables Spent a lot of money on shit I didn’t I need Figuring it out, I’ll pace it, let it breathe TuneCore and Distrokid are feeling mean I’ve got no advances Had no fat chances Only packed stands with With bitches who want what?
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