Lyrics:
you
Half a world away trying hard to stay aware of why I came
You forgot the comment, forgot the moment, went on your way
There's got to be
for eight hours long
Ten million on merch in a month and a half
Had 6-0s and Eight-Tray all on Slauson Ave
Had GQ taking flicks of you and yo girl
gave half my life for this
Some days I feel like I'm just right for this
Then a rap nigga a show me just how really wack the cycle is
My music like
And the officer didn't get bagged
It's fucked up, need justice for that
Rest up bros, I miss them too
The streets been peak, lost half of my crew
My babe goes
niggas turn their phones off and straps on (turn)
Wax off, nigga wax on
Made half a million a year and said rap's long (ha ha ha)
Niggas following
my way
Hmm, let me go now, but embrace me
You say I can't take it, yeah
But baby, don't act like that
I was your first love, you don't know
All our dreams come true
All our dreams come true
Yeah, one long dream, you know that's all that I know, fella
From my first gig, you know I stole
in the rhythm and misinformed (uh)
Too many late nights hitting the liquor store (yeah)
Too many bad decisions, half-assed attempts
No sweat, no
better than my Naija one
Cah she makes it bounce
Made a half a mill last quarter
But I still swing my borer (swing it)
And if me and my G's got beef
shake it
If you think I'm bluffin', well hmm, not hardly
Don't send the invitation if you don't wanna party
A bit of a wink, that first skirt
Even
curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look
Fifteen bills, get the calls encrypted
For the PGP, man might just risk it
And it ain't for no biscuit
Half box of B in raw brown Rizzlas
They locked
know I said I didn't care we was breakin' up
Still flew half way around the world to make it up
And all the first-class seats were sold out
But it was
You know the feeling of something half remembered
Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well
You know the feeling of recognizing
a few breakdowns
Feeling kind of bad
Til they paid me a half a mil
Just to talk about rehab
A little complicated
Yes I'm medicated
Heavily
Seems like everybody's got a price
I wonder how they sleep at night
When the sale comes first
And the truth comes second
Just stop, for a minute
and half of them ain't even met me
Puttin in work (it's not easy)
Gotta put in that work (trust me)
'Cause I'm putting in work
You gotta put in that
lost in the rhythm and misinformed
Too many late nights hittin' the liquor store
Too many bad decisions, half assed attempts
No sweat, no fear, no blood,
First, boy, I think you should know
If you try hard then you might get a part as a
Doe-eyed impressionist mime
Bare as the lives
first, I go last
Still rip shit in half (don't matter)
I'm here ? forever, I ain't leavin'
Hundred miles per hour, speed ?
I'm the monster under your
Time just flies
The cop rings and it's half past eleven
Can't believe it but the time just flies
Soon I'll be on a cruise into heaven
Hearin'
poor
I've been lost in the rhythm and misinformed
Too many late nights hittin' the liquor store
Too many bad decisions, half assed attempts
No sweat,
in the fire
Abandoned, layin' half dead in the road
And really, I don't know if I'mma make it
I'm stranded, the masked man took my clothes
On the dirty blocks of Red Hook, we learned to get our first checkbook
Be a crook, let the cocaine cook
Little brothers turn to workers, cops draw guns
So
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