L's (feat. Fatal Lucciauno)
De'Brea Cavaiani
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And this that shit that make yo soul hurt Puff yo 'rillo Let it slow burn Beat them Nike's till yo soles hurt Kickin game Back poppin like a growth spurt I got the range All the same The family eatin good my nigga Wagyu steak Came from the bottom Nigga habits With them paper plates Mama forgive me if my shots sing Like Dadabased Vs down when you see me It's a Good Day Puffin L's wit my L's Lazy Sunday Forgive me if I seem a little arrogant I know I got a ways to go But look how far I been A decade in the booth And some more upon the pen F*ck what you got to say I know I'm talented Some regrets in my past But the damage done forever Some things I wish I could change Then my mother told me never They made you the man you are now And God don't make errors To be honest Still I wish I knew my father better No cap for clout Sad part He been wit me my whole life Truth be told My demons got the best of me at the worst times Smokin weed to clear my head Just to feign I'm fine Jottin lines The positive was I blessed with rhymes Oh my I'm just hopin I made you proud at the end of it all Everyone in my sphere of influence Came in here to ball I walk this road If it's alone Know that I stand tall Know I love you I'm still climbin It ain't in me to fall I felt separation was the best preparation It's a marathon Joggin but my mind racin Know my obstacles ain't the only thing that I'm facin Chasin greatness the only way out this situation Real shit And this that shit that make yo soul hurt Puff yo 'rillo Let it slow burn Beat them Nike's till yo soles hurt Kickin game Back poppin like a growth spurt I got the range All the same The family eatin good my nigga Wagyu steak Came from the bottom Nigga habits With them paper plates Mama forgive me if my shots sing Like Dadabased Vs down when you see me It's a Good Day Puffin L's wit my L's Lazy Sunday I left my pride on the porch for this You weirdos got me Bent outta shape No contortionist Payed the cost to be Man you can't afford this shit Same letters Different words But you ain't get it yet Condensation from last night had the ceiling wet In response to the popular vote Nigga f*ck your opinion Taboo's changing everyday And I ain't trippin You want em to act grown Nigga these is children It's more acceptable to dress like the opposite sex Than it is to discipline your own children So gossip is accepted by so-called gangsters and square niggas Square niggas Hollow the box I kept my pride in I did away with foolishness I'm gone live to see a hundred Proof to you my God exists The common knowledge I admit Might be harder to accept Than gettin a broke bitch To try to make a fist That's a stop beggin reference Yeah Holy but heavy lessons Given out every session Grateful for every blessing Backwoods ease my stressin But loyalty is everything See we must protect the essence All praise to the most high for my reverence Black roses on the alter in my presence You startin to forget it But it's cool
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Written by: Jaylen Bennett-Cavaiani, Rahmeece Howell
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