No Choice (feat. Rhea Jacob)
Grant Line
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Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties Them 40 once bottles on me Take this glass and take a shot for the homies I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want to do is sink When I put this weed in my system My bars harder to reach Yeah I'll throw a pong, I sing a song, I dance along I hit a bong, I do no wrong, I'm going strong I'm living life, I'm living long I'm talking to my bottle, damn he so opinionated Shit I'm faded, aggravated, another shot, decapitate it I can't feel my face, but baby girl can you please get me out my place Give me some time Shit I've been through a lot for a day We standing face to face, I mean what do I say (Hello) I'm still lost, I'm still growing up, but going up I'm never stopping Really feeling like I'm popping Really feeling like I got it, Really feeling like I'm on it I'm still lost Still looking for the end like the dealer buying cars I'm rolling through the city with my windows down Shit I'm on track until these bad vibes come around Shit I'm never really switching, 5th gear I'm really dipping 150 Really sipping, got Fourest really singing A milli gotta get it, gotta go and win it But that's my focus, you in it for the moment Shit I'm in it to be golden And that's obvious, but the problem really is I'm struggling to be positive Two lighters in the sky like you know it's us Roll the dice, roll one up Had to let the flame die No choice but to pass you up F*ck with me I turn ash to dust Two lighters in the sky like you know it's us Roll the dice, roll one up Had to let the flame die No choice but to pass you up F*ck with me I turn ash to dust F*ck is niggas on Talk to me like you know me, you don't I walk this road by myself The battles carry on For all the times I've been at war in my head Just thinking where I went wrong Now I could care less, truthfully F*ck class, I spoke my mind they never listened Make some room for me I'ma be here for a minute I never asked for permission I always lived through addiction Contrast differs My every situation sits in division, trust I never a trust a man I barley trust my friends Backhanded promises, f*ck tryna make amends The truth was never an option Whats to tell what I believe in There's levels to this shit Four seasons, f*ck the season I feel the change, so who I'm waiting on Know your position and your place Who did I really ever need, it's a phase I lose faith Who eating on the sideline all season Thought you knew better Who calling plays We've been taking niggas out the game Lately But it still wasn't a choice Who really won The sequel coming soon This still season one Swinging with no advance Trying to let another hit run Running from nothing It's still never enough Whole time I thought my fucking time was up Now I'm the least of my worries, change of event Now the message sent All it took was closing doors Now I study walls Wouldn't believe what I've been surrounded in Nigga, no wonder you at a loss of friends Don't even play pretend with me Lost trust, then lost steps I lost cuz, I'm out my mind Walking through the mud Painting pictures of where I was I'm indicative Caught between wanting to live, or living for it I'm stuck When a hug from my grandmother was enough to cure mental Notes of riddles with a pencil But I haven't seen a class in 9 months Last year a hand full, now I carry more But I stand still, with my eyes peeled So what's real I wait to kill and go and kill I don't feel Cuz' I'm rocking 40's and shorties Them 40 once bottles on me Take this glass and take a shot for the homies I'm a man of god but Jesus all I want to do is sink When I put this weed in my system My bars harder to reach What if we worthless What if the meaning of the surface hit the bottom All the cloths we wearing day to day just really worthless Empty price tags I buy time, no side time, it's my life, I cash checks and smile at my Rolex Empty price tags, I run and chase that Move to South Beach, where my James at 06 wade bring the heat back I win a chip and a grab a ring, I got this gold cap on my teeth My earrings shinning and they blinding drivers when it's late A couple grand in my safe, a couple grand in my mattress A couple grand in the savings, you try to take it ain't happen Got some Jordan's on my feet, You wanna fly like mike I fly with Jordan, fly like Rodman, write like Tyler, get recording I'm making money by the minute, gaining proper. by the minute Seen the cities shit I'm in the center of it I seen the eyes of fans when performing, shows promise Reeks of green, when y'all sing, y'all a dollar sign to me No thought was put in to this I fell off the ledge, lost my mind, made up a story of how i'll end this shit It's inconclusive No choice, but to care about each dollar and what it's really worth Don't lift the curse Just Kill me first Or help me deal with my thoughts in disperse No choice i gotta do it Every shot and every dollar spent reflections of my ending, high school summer stories I'm sick of this and that, I sit back and pass some packs And pass a rap and pass a stack, Conrado pass me that Don't believe in me now it's too late I sold the deal without a deal I'll help you see it clearer like rapitil Workin still Alright f*ck everybody sincerely Might reach sinatica When I say it I feel it for real Real as they come, fee-fi-fo Either way we number, yea Y'all can finish the sentence Real levels level like tenets Catch it like we playing fetch No back and forth this not tennis No talking I do what I want No strings we've been independent Cursing 'em all, sue me or nigga get used to me Used to these mother fuckers believe in keeping ya peace We out like we touring My signature official keep forging shit Ima bad sport No choice find me in court Two lighters in the sky like you know it's us Roll the dice, roll one up Had to let the flame die No choice but to pass you up F*ck with me I turn ash to dust
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Written by: Charles Bivens, Derek Biaggi, Rhea Jacob
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