Lyrics:
better face it, no place for the wasted
In the end we all die, what you gave back, that's just how your rated
Societies cries, all reflective, can you take
I'm not the only one out of us that's still
Affected by a traumatic situation that had us both conflicted
Because we kept growing closer even though
no question, bet the mob gon' get em
Step from these Jects in Givenchy
Designer my stitchy, no kizzy, we just major flexin
Pray with a plan for
in but I go all the way in
There's no way back from here, core fan base, we go back some years
Reload that one there, core fan base, we got back some
skin was in the game
Took my shot, no time to wait
And they said your vibe is selling great
But
""Could you smile a little brighter?
Make your teeth
When you in it, boy, try not to drown (drown)
In my body, yeah
She get wetter and wetter, by every stroke you take (oh)
I can tell you ain't know I
back i don't want u anymore
I'm at the rim with it I'm finna score
Popping these bottles we finna pour up
She got big henny it's all in her cup
All
what gets me by, in my life
From a major label deal, to bustin' on the street
Knowing souls were for sale, when I'm fuckin' with these beats
The random axe savages that's pompous
We body a rock star in broad daylight
Tell 'em rock-a-by baby, till they all get the concept
Chip off the old block,
and I'm warm and feeling cozy
Hold me all i want my woman back come have a little meal tonight
Make we bone by the bonfire light believing in the feeling is
Yeah
I'm in the backseat, window rolled down
Watching life go by, no telling how it's gonna turn out
I was only 15 with a major league dream
But
you where you need, on my life
Not an Uber but I'll speed to you right now
I done did so much just to get to right now
We been in a jam and I'm
home
I got game for hoes and major dough
'Cause got a chick got in a minute like what da fuck is you pagin fo'
Steady tellin me that you in love
it
Uzi in my lap and I know how to use it
66 thou, yeah we up lil bitch (what)
Yeah you know we gettin money
I ain't gotta prove it
Ain't never been
in every word, just by being honest
If I make it, no when I make it I swear we all got it
Been running things for a while, and I'm trying to run faster
I don't do this shit for no one else
Fuck a therapist I'd rather be alone in a room just talking with myself
Like if they really need me they can
And to this mind set does bawl
Good grief good grief
Cause I remember back in the nineties
When they kill poor Michael Hercules
Shoot we famous Prison
i can make a profit
These cats been acting but then be Having some major problems
I'll take the hatchet and aim it in at ya Brain and toss it
You hit
that ain’t the truth
I just hate the fact that you didn’t stay in school
You had potential for you just to make a major move
But what you do?
You
to play
It's about to blow up in a major way
She said this, he said that
Man got mad, that was that
Next thing's fist fly
That guy hits this guy
Swerve
You
to get faded
Fake as fuck but she suck it good enough to do some
Major Payne Damon Wayans
Load heavy but you still gotta weigh in
Find a way in the door I
attest chances
Burning bruised and bandaged
Toting tools but famished
Black yakuza branded
By the fool we handed
Turning moods to millions
Turn on me I
the Philistine strip in a guillotine whip,
The roof is missing
We surpassing every façade of what you envision,
So ain't no fasting just passing in my true
a single man, we can share the bitch
Cause I don’t care about that, I’m focused on taking off
Tryna get a new spot, laid up in a loft
Some place where
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