Lyrics:
Suffering quietly
Smokin' variety
Music fueled by anxieties
Fuck the sobriety
Smoke in the studio session counting up all of my blessings
Never be stressing
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
Sittin' up in the hotel room lonley
But I thank god I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
'Cause they show me
passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel
Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life
Damn I wish I took more time to write in my
my favourite shoe box
Stuck in the studio, I'm making it knock
Love me or hate me, I'm still on your mind
Feeling so heavy, I'm still on my grind
Keep
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
Check the stature
Build a statue
For myself
Yeah no one else
I'll be low in health
When I'm cold in Hell
But my souls for sale
So hold the rail
I cannot
people get jealous and wish you to die[01:44.82]Mask it up, mask it up[01:46.15]So I gotta be real when they stick by my side[02:14.08]Taking my time cause
cool
And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school
I got a baby by a lady I don't even love a lot
Wish I wore three rubbers 'case
gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
Shine of sun I could feel
Yo said there's a few left
Since music's expressions of life
Damn I wish I took more time to
Write in my book of rhymes
Oh shit
Twenty-four/Seven, day and night,
The studio rappin, puttin' in work,
Bloodshot..red..eye.. (Eye..)
Visine bottle, tryin' to get rid,
Me and all my guys.. (Guys..)
All
Life of crime
Better be ready to do the time
If you live a life of crime
I stay on my grind
Living a life of crime yeah
Wish I could take back
all
All these medals on me, but was swimming by myself
All these women on me detrimental to my health
Niggas stabbed me in the back to help themselves
Yeah,
In my mind I can see just the way you used to be
Don't want girls who don't care about nothin'
And throw their lives away
There's somethin' missin'
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
twice
Instead of doin' what's wrong, lil' bitch, you do what's right
I feel like fuck live in disguise
I showed my wrong, don't hide my right
You saw
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
growin' out of my prime
I thought I was ready, it really wasn't my time, I know
I live in my head
I said I'd be rich and I did what I did
But I don't do
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with the chrome ray shine
So you roll far and live large
It ain't all that goes with being
Why these memories coming out to get me
Honesty I’m just tryna vibe by my lonely
Yea these memories really tryna hurt
I can feel it in my bones it’s
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