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or keep the hurt alive by hanging on

To the edge of bitterness
Or we can find a way to step back
Best I can do is to forgive
Forgive but not forget

I

the tax man, or the crook

Either way I don’t play by the book

Making my own rules, to break doors 

When you play in my band we trade 5’s not 4’s

(Uh let’s get it)
Don’t you think that
you can make it on our own 
go ahead spread the news 
make it public y’all 
Gettin calls on my phone now

And this is how the game go, baby, uh And you know I don't chase hoes, baby
So you know I got a lay low, baby
Gotta lay low on this motherfucker

Self-destructive tendencies
My issues bouta get high
Bottles bouta get by
I can't even think straight
I just wanna go in peace but I'm just going insane
No I don't

that drill
I feel surrounded by fakes and phonies
I don't wanna hear your shit
Stay out my way and please don't phone me You're not my mate and I'm not

know about these things, that we've seen
House parties as young teens
Pourin drinks Smokin weed
Went to concerts, popped E
Drinkin drivin, ridin high

to the far north to focus on some real shit

I lost my old man through this lockdown, so we never got to send him off with his fams around
Cinda really fucked

the fire man
Only person that had to go wish he could come back so he can die again
'Cause he OD'd it was not by hand
Fuck cuz cant make amends
Leave me

because them niggas broke
I was still feelin' like I'm Mitch when I was low
But I'm really Ace, I had to pick up work and give and go
When I had a trap, I

spoke a true word
Like a poet
Be yourself or be by yourself
You'll be done before you know it
Working on myself
Became a master
Used to wake up, go

Got damn man
Here I go ago again
Rawest bitch alive
Im better than all the men
Free-styling bullshit
You ain't gotta pretend
My lyrics be real
So

Stop wasting your time trying, if you give me wings then I fly by them
Hate is my motivator never fold a player the result is your wife crying
So

your every wish
It's hard to take a vacation
Hard to sacrifice this much and stay patient
I gotta move forward
Even in my sleep I stay pacing
Highly

Myrtle Beach ain't pack yet
We would hit road helping mom with the Mapquest
Parents said I always got a bed at the crib
And that's blessing but I can't go

had to let you go because I probably would've grown to hate you
And I apologize for the chick I scratch I wish we could've ate together
Now I gotta fold

with me
Stop pretending that we homies, okay
I don't know you and you don't know me, kapeesh
I got you your knees, fucking begging to plead, I'll make

the point I got points to prove
I'm on the edge of tomorrow and we ain't talking Tom Cruise
Nah it's a ton of booze lude suggestions
That's food for thought

close
Talking too much i might cut yo throat 
Woah
I feel like im pluto i go beast mode
Lay that punk ass down he broke the code
He told everything to 12

dance on it
I see through the glass why you fake frontin
Thumbprint the VIN, stacks by the ten
Keep a hundred in the den
I play above the rim
And my bros

I'll slide on them drills by myself with extra clips
I don't gotta do too much, these bitches fucking off the kit
Talking bout drip, I just spent a nigga

got some lent
Lil shirt big pants, shawty let me watch you dance
I can tell by your stance you gone give me a chance
Caught you at first glance, now we

you gotta go through hell

When it's all said in done
Please be grateful for the pain
'Cause every seed grows in the dirt and rain and if Jesus turned

up to go back
I hear him chant my name, it's just a fact Jack
Regrets will be none, a soul is chosen for its empathy
But who's fillin' me up when