Lyrics:
is until the day that my producer
Happened to thumb through the pages of my notebook
He came across the words and he said
“We got to somethin’ with
do not chase
I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE
In case you hate I won't write no tough rap
Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped
your laughter, as it echoes
Through the wind in the Summer
I AIN'T TRIPPING
Came so far in this life it's no wonder
I watched you grind every day
So, we
sauced
And thats the truth you can put me on that cross or burry me on that hill
Im almost through family court anyways and I've paid every bill
At least
Promoters owe us so let's get some booze up in the dive
Respect the honest living but its giving me grief
I'm spending time spinning through the linen
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
you made me look
Foolish how you made me feel
But, ya never get that chance again
Betcha wish ya get that chance again
I see my family fell apart
Since
they don't believe in it.
And it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it
Anything you vision and anything you wishing
You can live it just bare
to sun up
And dreams are never seen, 'cause they don't believe in it.
And it seems you can achieve by any means go and get it
Anything you vision
to ask you a chance
to get what I want
to get what I want
It's not about I'm fool
We're talking about changes you do
to my legs
to my soul
through my
know I try, stand by, don't you know I try
Won't give up on you till the day I die
I've been around about six years or so, tried to stand up on my feet,
rock Louis Vuitton what you on yea
Tryna put my family on
I get that check and we gone
I get that check and we gone
Yea this real gold on my charm
I
man
And of course my family too, but they'll tell you the shit that I say to y'all I say to them
Ain't no side of me that I don't show y'all through
family work then hip-hop
That's my priority
So it ain't every day
That I can get on the mic
But when I get the chance
You gonna hear something you like
if
Check
First generation, parents' immigration
Passion where my veins is got my family in amazement
Passing through my phases, understanding where my
family, you gone get killed
Touch Jalesia, you gone get killed
Touch Lisa, you gone get killed
Touch Sheila, you gone get killed
Touch Miss Two, You gone
and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh,
We are lucky if we feel that in moments
Some went so far through them doors you opened
I'm just thankful you knew you were loved
On the day you left us
and his cuz
Running through them houses taking everything they can
Started off with robbing tryna get a few bands
They ain't even got no gun taking chances
you Black, it's all trap
I was tryna solve all the family shit
Same time gettin' robbed by my management
Same time arguing wit' shawty gettin' mad
take it
Some get hit with opportunities other niggas just take it
You know it, It happens
And every day's the same
But yo ass ain’t getting nowhere with
grave, plus you get your penny saved up
And say what?!? second album
Whatever happened to the thought of edging rapping
Still living in Manhattan?
Side
at times get hard
If I was saved by the truth why would I ever flauge
I was feeling kinda cold & if I died i know you'll spit me out
Living water running
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