Lyrics:
hard to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no more collages on bitches' IG pages
They see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars
Just
here, I mean like thick
Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I still write like it's my son was born knight
I'm tired of swinging
wednesday afternoon
When you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into work
All caught up in the day by day
Thursday morning is not thursday morning
'till
Wish my grandma couldn't see me rappin' on this TV
Yadamean, I be talkin' so fast
They be like, Chris, what did you mean by that
Fifty racks in my lap
top of the ceiling like satellite
Saddled with the same niggas I'm schemin' with every day and night
Every show I counted on their companionship by my
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
Yeah, listen
I got the green like collard greens and lettuce and
My bars smooth as butter but they hard just like prejudice
My rhymes will give you
them days we whip
Them foreign's side by side
(Whip it, whip it, real hard)
He understands me
That's why he's by my side
(I'm by your side)
At any
the great whites
Damn
I remember days trapping in my J’s
Oh oh
I remember days on the late night
Yea
Trapping so damn hard I can’t even think right
Damnnn
I
Ion even feel the same nowadays
Kid grown up been thru a lotta change nowadays
More hours go by since I ate nowadays
I was drug free look who I
Hoping one day my name up on the screen yeah
Show off the tape and my friends say it’s fire
Ask why I’m tall I say genes
Wanting the money just call it my
These days I hustle drop bars in my basement
But Dylan was chillin and he made like a villain
Said I'll bet you a million that Russ will change how you're
friends's hammer and the young shall
not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their
fathers put there only just the night before ...
fent into slugs
Turned turned your body to dust
In my backpack I carry yah
Until the day I die
Cause with you and Layla by my side
I'd be a very
Burns from the sun i'll be standing outside
Till the day and the night are over
When I run not a soul by my side
All alone for the ride
Ain't nobody been
Now we grinding hard just like we wanna do
Grinding day and night so we can kick off our shoes
And live a glamorous life look what we made it
to kill me a bitch
Next day, you on the news found in a ditch
Can't fuck with you if you a snitch
Bitch, talk shit, I'ma come back quick
Hate you with
I start off my day counting these racks in the back
Ian tryna conversate
How a nigga claim he get money
But spend his time in another nigga face
I do
techo.
Todo en orden en mi game, siguiendo mi ley,
sin perder la fe, it was a good day.
Mirame y con tuis ojos di que,
todo está tranquilo, aunque ardamos
live to see the birth of the kids
Reminisce bout the shit that we did
Sometimes wish you were still by my side
We were living it up we're both chillin
a couple pieces of cucumber
(Connor)
Dividing the fragments of my heart, one by one
Polynomial long division, healing has begun
Unraveling the pain, finding
Style
Navey he a day one
More splash damage than the motha fuckin ray gun
Pull up to the house, pussy wetter than a lakefront
Said she want a baby told
the fakes, the jakes, envious fuckers who don't get invited
Imma just go do my thing and might one night it
When I'm on screens all day they gon act priceless
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