Confessions

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Been drinking, fucking up my liver
Flow so wet now my studio a river
But I been used to swimming like I Am mac miller
I been living life behind these lenses
Always got my guard up so I keep Fences
Dudes tryna score by any means, stay Defensive
I know life a bitch so I'm always Apprehensive
Only Cole and dot are better, not to Be offensive
I'm just in a different zone and it's so Impressive
The more i know then the more i be Asking questions
Pain the greatest teacher so I've Learned many lessons
Time is of the essence
It be so precious
That's why I treat every second
Like it is a blessing
But time is like money
I don't know how to spend it
That's why i hope my life and wallet Be never ending
These are just confessions
I spend time making money
Time well spent
Treat your girl like an elbow, cause She get bent
All I spit is the heat
Let the kid vent
I'm here to stay in the game, i should Pay rent
This bitch tryna call
She know I got them hot lines
When it comes to my city bitch I Know I'm top 5
I'm top 5
F*ck that bitch I'm top 1
Fly like I'm top gun
Shooting like a shot gun
Head shot, dead shot, coming for the Top spot
Target on your head it be looking Like a bald spot
Shooting shots like dropping bombs Ima land mine
I'm just tryna be the kind of man to Change mankind
But f*ck that petty shit man I just Wanna rap
I been putting on tryna put us on the Map
She wet like a faucet, I ain't even tap
I won bitch this is just my fuckin Victory lap
Coming full circle like the hands on a Clock
You live on borrowed time like I Hand you my watch
Money so tall it be like chris bosh
When it's 4th quarter Ima turn it up A notch
And I should rewrite this tape
I'm in a different spot
Like I'm tryna get head I'm coming For the top
I want so many cars
I might need a lot
My girl so thick that she thickens up My plot
Flow rivers, making oceans, I'm Beyond great
Even if I couldn't see I'd drive the Boat with blind faith
My soul is infinite, looking like a side Eight
Pull out game strong like I'm coming Out the driveway
Life is like a highway, tryna go at my Pace
Call this shit Burger King Im tryna Get it my way
I need a mill so my whole team can Eat
And she got buns, and she like my Meat
Im killing all these rappers if they let Us have some beef
Tryna catch up with this shit, I only Care about my cheese
Geez louise I cant stand you I need to Take a seat
When I finally Rest In Peace that's The only time I'll ever sleep
When you this nice you don't gotta Question it
She think ima designer, cause how I'm dressing, shit
They wonder how I rap, how I be Addressing shit
I just throw on all these beats and Start confessin shit

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Written by: Brayden Payne

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