Lyrics:
To sustain in your work in the process
You've become incredibly influential so
You talk about doing all of these
Other things, which is great
But there's
blind
Lately I've been on my tell it all get rich
Start plottin' on my way I did
To show like Empire may the very thing I dreamed of
Look like bullshit
that bitch on no lick
Y'all niggas be acting stupid and backwards as hell bro
I done seen be where ya been at, I done see where ya tell bro
I done seen
my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
I just bought me the purest, but I need some
your honesty
Remember all these things you promised me
It's right in the dirt right where it's supposed to be
Like baby what you got to offer me
You went
drop a new album
That show fuckin' sucked dick! That show was
Trash what none of these kids
Knew was that I was halfway done
With a brand new album
bout to add up
Put it all together that's a 7
That mean God love
No such thing as bad luck
Only Good Things Can Happen
That's a fact yea
Lonely nights
In
Grew up with them hustlas
Ran them streets with them killers
If it aint about money
Then Nigga Show em who real is
Now what the fuck they done
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for
swear that's all you know
Social media
cll these viral videos
Conspiracies
With no evidence
Man it's time to gain
Some common sense
They're feasting
lost it
And I'd do it all again that's the funny thing about it
I ain't playing, boy I'm 'bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot
the things
That I've said
That I've done
That I've thought
How can You still love me, God
I've stumbled a lot, these days
Can't believe that's me
Don't know
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Hard to move away, From all my past Mistakes
All these dumb things I've done, Wasn't Right for Me
It's like Time runs out, When you got nothing Left
Never switched on my dogs, never switched on my bros, always put the money for the hoes
Things I've done that ain't nobody know
Move from the start,
fucking brutal
Miss me with that bullshit talk you already know I'm a ruler
And I grabbed the game by the balls like she did Ruger
I Been hitting all these
Lonely, dirty, nobody to love me, is it all the same
You know that I won't be gone till you say that, I'm done with you, don't call me
Ayy, Chris,
Despite consequences that I might face
I'm stuck, constantly dwelling on
The things I've said and done
And I feel like I can't move on
From all that I've
all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See
I can see it in they face
I can see it that they fake
All this money I've done made
I'm still me an I ain't changed
Star player on the court, everyday
can you dig it? Mines!
If you can't that's fine!
Living for the King not the
Pleasures of this life or the things of this time
But Thanks be to God
on Twitter
Know me, found I ain't the same in winter
But this a marathon and
All these fuckboys sprinters
Gonna paint a moral high ground
That's a painkiller
hit you with the killer B
Goddamn, that's my thing when I spit it
When I sing oh my God, going crazy
It never does amaze me
Never lazy when I spit it
boom, yeah you gone
All you niggas that died fucking
With a goddamn killer
"Killa"
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