Lyrics:
the phone
My heart is the south
But i'm on a marathon
No sprinters win this race
Cause the distance way to long
I'm building a kingdom and it won't fall
on praying God he knows
Sure life ain't a race, but it's better when taking the lead
I pray for the youth they getting deceived
Trapped on screens living life
ain’t easy we know it
Life ain’t easy we know it cuz
We fall down we get up
Cuz we gon carry on
We fall down we get up
This life gon carry on
I used
trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just
trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the good die young it's all thy must
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for
clout in the market needed LSD to spark it
My sarcasm barks a little hard for old farts
The art scene could maybe see that I ain't shady
I'm just slim.
I said I'm steppin' out with my niggas tonight
It's Young Money, bitch, and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like (hey)
I said
lock & key, need my money promptly
So she bring it to me gotta get your own bitch
This dick ain't free I'm only covering for me
And I'm smart as Ivy
a difference
In how spend it with your time
Cumbia playing aged
Backed to the open roads
Smoking slow on a
Glazed
plus I ain't gotta burlé
Never sit in
take it
Told the bitch get out my way like I'm Ludacris
I be kicking it back, I be booting it
Motherfuckers know Carol not new to this
I be high in
The scene won't move till
The poets are blowing believe me, darg
I eat, sleep, shit and breathe this art
But still I've got no deal
I'm hungry, I ain't eaten
make it out alive
And homicide can't even buy that
You see my heart won't let up
I'm trying not to fall
Wish I could write you a letter
I know you
where my boy, they shot him up
Bloody gurney races by, he looks at me, they shot him up to
ICU, I lost my homie on that 3rf floor
I cant believe that
even try to pursue it.
I took the chance,
I paid the bill,
I nearly died for this music.
You make me wanna run around
Pullin` my guns out and shit
Your
Mia we stay live
Stay live
Ride with like three nines
Costin' shots and drive bys Young niggas pop out
Watch out for cop cars
Sun up, to sun down
life, I live it like I can’t live it no more
I’m stuck in a daze, stuck in my ways, there ain’t no changing me
I’m better this way, I got my own lane,
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
that bitch in him, it came out, gender reveal
Great white verse the seal
Tim Hardaway air ain't like this, boy, I got them skills
That crossover could
ain't one to be bullied
I ain't one to fall
Come at me, make this a bloody brawl
I'm losing my cool, finna turn insane
Ah fuck it, let the demons break
Izzy and Camden
Show 'em I'm a little bit cockney
You ain't ever seen a hundred bags, uhh
Boy talk to me propperly
All pissed cah your boyfriend want
devastated
Noise about to flip out, about to go Matt Hardy
I ain't doing no family feuds, I am not Steve Harvey
Rhyme stupendous
This intended just for my
(Sledgren)
Got you tryna live by the movie scene
Wizzle got wings wizzle got everything
These niggas ain't built like us
These niggas ain't real
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