Lyrics:
lose yourself along the way (Don't lose it)
Gotta make it through some my dawgs aint make it home safe (Safe)
Can i keep it real without you think
of the boogie
The beat
Now what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat
cnd me the groove and my friends
cre gonna try to move your feet
You see I am
I'm right so what if I'm wrong
What if I didn't need you by my side all along
I think I'll be alright I'm moving on
I'll make sure that my life goes
Already battling demons why is you giving me hell
I was taught to get it how you live it's kill or be killed
Ohya
75 days with healthier habits
I was in
I'm on my dolo reminiscing on how it used to be
Truthfully, I think of what done came and went, I can admit
It only get to me because I cannot fix
at who inside
Yeah my baby sittin' pretty by my side
Elevatin' while they're trying to get a rise
Prince pivot I've been living on the fly
Papa told me put
my time
On a black magazine
Gotta jet it’s vibe
Get a life my nigga
Get it twice my nigga
Scratch that along with my advice I aint with ya
And wit
whips I feel anxious
You can tell a lot about me from my scraper
Don't you ever come to my city without sanction
Or Wyld Bois coming to get you they gone
truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's
a bong bet I clear that whole thing gone
I’m in my zone till I can put my whole city on
I want the throne eatin rappers just to get along
Gimme a phone bet
Now was it certain shit I did
Got these voices in my head
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can
Keep a pistol by my bed
Murder
Can't tell me nothing
When they all look the same
Been this way
Since Auntie Shirley
Called me Noonie Pa Nay
Before you met me prolly knew me by name
If
the dreams of a compound
Gotta have the crop so we gotta keep the cops out
Callin it the shop where vibes at
Puttin all my chips in
Tryna get a buy back
People
cause we went without it
That we're gonna get it, no doubt about it
No way around it, won't play about it, somebody doubting
Make your way from round me
flipping drugs
I don't care no more I'm bout to die or get some bucks
If a cop pulls up with sirens I'll be poppin slugs
If money can't buy happiness then
I'm locked in
Ain't no stoppin'
Take this beat produced by me
And put it in a coffin
Yeah, I'm ballin'
Call me Harden
Got this pressure on my back
bout to break the pen
Pencil be the oar when its sink or swim
Get played real soft
Like a mandolin
U runnin round wit a man
Who a mannequin
Wit ya
real, you can feel me?
Diru's talk shit but can't get with it or killed it
Motherfuckin' Loc
You knows I packs a 44 so step
When I bail through your
the diamonds they're just keeping me grounded.
So I just drop em' cause the weight is keeping me off my mountain.
My daddy taught me how to swim, so I get in
separate
But then you did, you didn't talk, walked right by me without a word, that fucking hurt
I know I done shit but does that shit really explain
no fuckin way they was gettin me
Ran across the ave without checkin what color the light was
And got hit kinda hard by an old beat up white Dodge
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
me who would I be
Without the music
They wouldn't know me
Fuck 'em anyways
I'd rather do it by my lonely
An I made a promise to myself
That I won't
fade
Most often I ain't entertained by nobody round cause they never stay
Find a good person for a few minutes till they make up stories tryna get away
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