Lyrics:
Maybe we'll both be broken
With only God to put all of our hope in
Screamed half to death and yelling at closed doors
Defeated by the endless wait
You wanna send shots then
I got a buzzer beater shooter
Feel like DeRozan ya I goes in
Ima trap this bag before I go homeless
Two cool niggas acting
to use
I never got to choose
We can't keep playing this game on and on and on
Yeah
You found yourself a brand new guy
I was taken by surprise
Maybe I
jooks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit
drive them away
Dem burn like wax melt down by the fire
So let the wicked man perish in the presence of the father
Marble floor in my brand new crib
This the life that I wanted still
Got a hole and it burn my chest
Mash the chip that's still in my shoulder
Ain't
Picture me running from the feds
(From the feds)
211 in a brand new fucken benz
(Fucking benz)
Ima make you do your dance
(Do your dance)
I they
this place
I'm not going anywhere
You'll still find me sleeping on your floor
In a haunted hallway or
Smoking ten packs by your patio door
I know it's
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new
a pair of timbs
Brand new yeezys man I need a pair of them
Killing everybody put the God fear in them
I ain't sell my soul I no pyramid
Fearing myself,
and off the molly tab
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trench coat stupid
The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
My lips are sealed like
Intro
c lot of us living in fear
—
Some of us - swinging at the air VERSE 1
Ima do this as it comes to me I ain't leading you nowhere
Da
Packs in like the dope man
Years fly by now I'm dressing in my own brand
No label went and got with the program
I'm so Indy you would think I was a Colts
and off the molly tab
I'm by the bar lookin' Swedish in the trench coat stupid
The only one drinkin' mango lassi in the bullpen
My lips are sealed like
Wish you were mine once more
Copped a brand new SRT with butterfly doors
Show no remorse
New all white 4's
Rule number 4 never change for a whore
Please
it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's
Early in the morning rush out the door
Brand new day is starting gotta head to work for sure
Cat at the window watches me go
No joy no sadness
fanin my face, others give me grapes
By the grace of God, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I
we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because the door is closed
Technicolor bloom
Eyes locked onto you
Yeah, you set my heart in motion
Brand new bright light; devotion
Whole world fades to grey
I sit and replay
These nigga know who we are
Shine bright baby ima star
Kill myself with the doors
Blick gotta brand new 50
Tf said shootin ain't in me
Ima spook shoot
Blood in, blood out
Hasten your race
Scurry of rats
Wash your hands
Tomorrow another day
With the nerve to pretend to care
With all the bravery
Zelda as a kid up in hyrule
But by high school I was getting high too
People came, people went but that's just life dude
A few friends that I keep
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
I'm in a brand
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