Lyrics:
In the store fake id, trying to get iPhone's good credit got no downpayment
Really too schooled, I can pay a tuition
Bitch so bad I'll send her
accept the doors are shut
I look lost fuck man I'm just feel real stuck
Sitting by the fireplace, watching you walk by
I told myself that I would never
yea
And you can't get to know me
The love so fake that I'd rather be lonely yea
And don't let me run out of patience you better go pay up the money you
and defending the country from giant big failings
With slight wins daily, a tyrant failing, might end up saving, democracy by then jailing, these
Extremists
be off by myself but I'ma still stand with it
And I done seen some niggas crash and burn just too ambitious
Enough said about him really
And I ain't
a step
Or maybe some pep
Boys I’m single
And here to mingle
Admit Chris cringles fake
For heaven sake
It’s not Jesus birthday
Just give up that cake
and I'm stuck in my feels
I'm cut it won't heal, it sucks, it's unreal
My parents aren't aware it's such a big deal
I'm sick of the fake friends I have,
I thought I’d make it by this time
I’m out here guessing wrong
You know how niggas get to talking
As they selling dreams
And fake niggas always
Champagne toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars
I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with Flex
Then on the corner holdin' bundles, next
[Styles]
to depression
I'm rich in spirit but my pocket's in recession
This is [?], I'm only telling you how I feel
Only fake people gotta remind you they keep it real
Glove compartment got Febreze and Visine
VCR TV combo not widescreen
And Mike V hustles trees unidly
12 year olds fake IDs
Rich dads keep their yards tidy
be
Only sixteen, gettin' in with the fake ID
Coney Island kids with something to prove, nothing to lose
Walk into the spot twenty deep, niggas
on note pads
Fronting like we pushed the newest Benz class
Bent fast on the gridiron while you was rifling shots
Quick stop spots, was the last time I'd see
been here for weeks i'on't usually like
Go home 'cause I know niggas hate a lot
I'd probably get shot
And we don't even got cops
Cold case on my big bro
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
Don't give a fuck if you're bringin heat
Close your windows lock your doors
Cause it's Sancho who you'll meet
Bitch, made look rich with those fake ass
icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nike's
I know niggas welcomin' me
Brighter days
Let me take a seat, better yet, lie down.
You could tell anxiety by the way I sound.
No i don't wish I'd die right now
But I wish I
never be replaced
Years are passing by and
Nothing ever change
Time to cut off fakes
Block em off with Sage
Decline another call from my babes
We ain't
a homicide
Home invasion bullets flying by his mama's eyes
All these hardships I harbor you think I'd ought to cry
His brother really a fan telling me I got
down but I've never not risen
Team by my side
Green on my mind
Just wanna see pride in my mama eyes
And see all these haters that said I wouldn't make it
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