Lyrics:
and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin' media, none of it was social
Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties
How he get to Weber State, my
Vegas, Nevada
Cause I was too drunk to move the fuck
Out the way, too tore up to give a
Fuck what you say, two more shots
And then I'll call it a day,
of a magazine
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines
Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies
Oh God, I think I lost it, oh no
Lost some, wanna watch
of a magazine
See my smile, it was born from amphetamines
Better duck 'cause it's war on my enemies
Oh God, I think I lost it, oh no
Lost some, wanna watch
When I jumped off the porch, I was forced into last resorts of a temper gone short
And, of course, when that took it's course, I was hoarse from
disposed of everything all but the snow
It was so cold lord only knows
How we survived while mammoths froze
Into the night the world would go
For a thousand
I was born in the country. Hey, hear the country call
From Tamworth to Gundagai, you know I've seen it all
I've walked down the dusty road, along
aaah shit, well I guess that about
says it
Maybe I'll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle upstream
Where the luck seems to reflect precious lovely
when a gypsy woman passed by. She stopped and asked
me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had it done so I was
more than happy to say yes.
2010 yea I picked up my lil' mic
Started rapping
Made a buzz
Everybody called it hype
All them lil hoes in the back of gym class always talking down
Say
a different girl
I'm with the same team, but it's a different scheme
Remember back when I couldn't even pay the bills
And I'll never forget how that feels back
on the bench
Lately, you don't wanna run into me when ballin' at the gym
Coach never gave me a chance
Maybe because my brother's legacy was threatin' his
I'll
the midst of this stuff
It's a understatement to state i was fucked
Got me fucked
My heads hot
Praying to God that we don't get stopped
I'm a long way from
The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reached me
Plus my teachers was too petrified in class to teach me
Sippin' Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid,
it been passed
Exercise our rights like a gym class
I bring this to life with a pen and pad
And the pen is still going like the pen is mad
This da
really what I mean
I'm digging for that g-o-l-d
I could teach a class on how to prevail
101 Prevailing
I'm bumping Joe's "Sailing"
'Cause It's smooth
hypnotized by the fact that, that was my ex’s twin sister
But at that time, I just wanted to fuck
Like damn, I needed some pictures
So I can jack off in
Nip died
Smoking blunts on blunts tryna get by
Devastated tryna see
'Cause its fake if the source is TMZ
Go on IG, seen the post from GaryVee
Broken
Heard how they move, when they goal is to wipe my nose
My nose too dry, if it's lick, someone gotta go
I might max out, off the X, God was speakin' back
was born in a lower class, where gangsters with dough amass
And police would ask questions, but we never answered when asked
Momma bitching while my
Arthur was born just a plain simple man
In a plain simple working class position
Though the world was hard and its ways were set
He was young
in my Adam's apple
Somebody dropped me on my head and I'm for sure
That my mother did it but the bitch won't admit it was her
I slit her stomach
of my heroes know that I exist
I may have given it all my best
But what was any of it for?
She said, "If we're really dancing
You gotta stare at a spot
hustle like i'm in the draft
(In the draft)
All I ever wanted was a bag
(Was a bag)
To get the things a nigga never had!
(Now I got it Nigga)
All I ever
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