Lyrics:
out what my truth is
Questioning myself should I do this
Putting everything in the music
Overthinking makes me wanna lose it
I look the mirror, then I
burn out
And watch the club turn out
I keep it raw on tour, feet stay on the floor
United capital rounds, mega droppin them pounds
Big Hank I roll
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
tell your girlfriends that it's still on
I love you baby, that's real talk, this life we live is a real walk
I ain't goin' nowhere, tell your friends
by the way you walk & talk
Yeah you know that you boss
Girl You make me better
I'm tryna put vv's
In your bezel
Yeah you special
I'm tryna hold you up
Don't like
Keep the twelve minus three even on my long flights, round here
You get caught slipping, that's it
Rather be judged by twelve than carried Out
talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin'
What was that about the ballroom dancing class I asked about
It's all I thought about 'cause you were saying
We might get a chance to talk and talk
right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little niggas ain't ready for
center stage
Wishin' you could just talk to me
You would rather try to walk on me
Someone I wanted close to me
This ain't really how it supposed to be
If they lost when they zigged, then I zagged it
Everybody's out here adding, I'm subtracting
Y'all wanna change the game but the fact is
Can't change
One and all
I talk back then let em have it
The sun is getting higher
Your on your own
Im moving back to Zion
Im going home
And when my job is done
And It’s Pokin’ Out My Jeans
I’m Off A Bean Watchuu Mean , No I Aint Staying On The Scene , Cuss We Dont Talk To Police
No We Dont Talk To The Feds No We
manoeuvre
Brushed it down
And I flew off
I'm the man for the job
Ever since I got laid off
Now they wanna talk
About rap boy rap boy
But they never give no
I got to the bag bitch I'm up in the ranks
You can talk all you want man I'm tryna get paid
I got killers that aim at your brain aye
I swear it
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
It ain't bout no money stay the fuck from out my face
A million dollars up aye how that feel I need a taste
Can't say much but these flowers coming in
complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in
up for just havin' their chain out
So many rappers couldn't handle showbiz
While I'm steady rockin', so you know what it is
So many rappers made
gotta talk
What do I say?
I just watch the world go by
It's getting worse
So that's the way
That's the way
The world is bad
So that's the way
Take it
I'm fine and that's fine by me
Yeah, I've seen a lot and I'm young
Know the cops still in love
And the money, it be times by three
A little bit
since I called
It's part of what I signed up for, I'm mentally built for it all
Physically, I'm standin' tall, with talk, don't let 'em see you sweat
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
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