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Bills Due
by TyeArmani
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Yeah
Ay
I got one last shot at getting rich
From making music out the crib
I'm writing with my last pen I know this shit almost out of ink
I got get it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.
I know we said we'd never move like this
But ion got no choice bills overdue I need to pay the rent
I'm fucking hungry for the M's
I know mi familia need it bad
Generational curses done blocked us from getting to the bag
I'm sitting dreaming affirmations
Mi familia goin be strong
And my family money long
Had to put this shit into history so I put it in a song
I promise that I'm dedicated hands closed talking to GOD
Close my eyelids tilt my head and drop a tear
Im fucking lost
I need some guidance
I need to sit back take a breath on my private island
In my mind
Cause if I don't then I'll start thinking
Bout the fact I'm running out of time
And I might lost my mind
I got one last shot at getting rich
From making music out the crib
I'm writing with my last pen I know this shit almost out of ink
I got get it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.
Yeah I wanna be free
But living never free
Oh I need financial freedom
I need wealth and wisdom on my tree
Family tree
Mines burnt down a while ago
My mama said she done with me
I wonder where my pops is
He ain't ever said he love me
Until he seen a young Mexicano making fucking profit
That shit tore me into pieces swear I almost fucking lost it
Driving 150 trying to talk to GOD
Felt so lonely I did
Ay
Im putting in that work for my kids
And they kids
And they grandchildren
Ima handle business so they can live
Extra comfortably
If they ever ask about they last name
I want them to know
That it came from me
I got one last shot at getting rich
From making music out the crib
I'm writing with my last pen I know this shit almost out of ink
I got get it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.
Yeah
Ay
I got one last shot at getting rich
From making music out the crib
I'm writing with my last pen I know this shit almost out of ink
I got get it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.
I know we said we'd never move like this
But ion got no choice bills overdue I need to pay the rent
I'm fucking hungry for the M's
I know mi familia need it bad
Generational curses done blocked us from getting to the bag
I'm sitting dreaming affirmations
Mi familia goin be strong
And my family money long
Had to put this shit into history so I put it in a song
I promise that I'm dedicated hands closed talking to GOD
Close my eyelids tilt my head and drop a tear
Im fucking lost
I need some guidance
I need to sit back take a breath on my private island
In my mind
Cause if I don't then I'll start thinking
Bout the fact I'm running out of time
And I might lost my mind
I got one last shot at getting rich
From making music out the crib
I'm writing with my last pen I know this shit almost out of ink
I got get it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.
Yeah I wanna be free
But living never free
Oh I need financial freedom
I need wealth and wisdom on my tree
Family tree
Mines burnt down a while ago
My mama said she done with me
I wonder where my pops is
He ain't ever said he love me
Until he seen a young Mexicano making fucking profit
That shit tore me into pieces swear I almost fucking lost it
Driving 150 trying to talk to GOD
Felt so lonely I did
Ay
Im putting in that work for my kids
And they kids
And they grandchildren
Ima handle business so they can live
Extra comfortably
If they ever ask about they last name
I want them to know
That it came from me
I got one last shot at getting rich
From making music out the crib
I'm writing with my last pen I know this shit almost out of ink
I got get it by any means
Guess it's time we moving to the streets
From pushing lbs to pushing keys
I'm sorry to my brother A.D.
