Lyrics:
the day was over you just had to say
You said man it's just one of those days
My day started off kind of cool
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
really what I mean
I'm digging for that g-o-l-d
I could teach a class on how to prevail
101 Prevailing
I'm bumping Joe's "Sailing"
'Cause It's smooth
and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin' media, none of it was social
Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties
How he get to Weber State, my
the fuck out!
I hit the South just like a bandit 'cause I was stranded
Virginia State in '88, you know that's where I landed
I couldn't stand it, shit was
in my Adam's apple
Somebody dropped me on my head and I'm for sure
That my mother did it but the bitch won't admit it was her
I slit her stomach
hypnotized by the fact that, that was my ex’s twin sister
But at that time, I just wanted to fuck
Like damn, I needed some pictures
So I can jack off in
Nip died
Smoking blunts on blunts tryna get by
Devastated tryna see
'Cause its fake if the source is TMZ
Go on IG, seen the post from GaryVee
Broken
chillin’ right now
It me by myself
It’s nothing to worry about
I got myself
And nobody else
That’s just how it’s supposed to be
There was a time
There was
of my heroes know that I exist
I may have given it all my best
But what was any of it for?
She said, "If we're really dancing
You gotta stare at a spot
the midst of this stuff
It's a understatement to state i was fucked
Got me fucked
My heads hot
Praying to God that we don't get stopped
I'm a long way from
crip gang nigga on the left side
Piru niggas on the right side
Got zoe gang niggas on my side
Pushing this propane did it for the whole night
2006 i was
trippin you latee
You niggas den missed the bell
In a class of my own if you couldnt tell
Imma get it alone I dont need no help
Ion need no friend,
got something on my lap, and it got a little attachment
Turn it to a gym, have everybody doing backflips
I got rich on purpose, no, this shit was not
wanna ride the boat ‘til
It sunk it's ship
Thought shorty played for the Celtics
How I blowed her hip on your own street
Heard you need a hood pass
Tae
The promise of a better tomorrow ain't never reached me
Plus my teachers was too petrified in class to teach me
Sippin' Thunderbird and grape Kool-Aid,
a different girl
I'm with the same team, but it's a different scheme
Remember back when I couldn't even pay the bills
And I'll never forget how that feels back
when a gypsy woman passed by. She stopped and asked
me if I would like my fortune read and I had never had it done so I was
more than happy to say yes.
like to flex
On my hippie shit, just lost in my head, I forgot that I was still in the flesh
It's too late to try to save who I was, I like bitches
of the rain
And may your beard grow long and true
Somehow we found our way there and back again
Oh, but no prize was worth it without you
Leaving my home
Selfish shit
Hip thrust a bitch like I was in a gym, I'm on some pelvic shit
God Damn, it's gettin' hot in here, this some Nelly shit
I talk to Melvin about
Arthur was born just a plain simple man
In a plain simple working class position
Though the world was hard and its ways were set
He was young
was born in a lower class, where gangsters with dough amass
And police would ask questions, but we never answered when asked
Momma bitching while my
aint Disney but she watching my channel and she won't miss it
How you have her alone for a whole hour and y'all was just kissing
Watch me Get a stallion
a jiffy
Then Angelo Bruno would run the city
The down south don who immigrated from Sicily
It was other crews, but they was sloppy
Did they retaliate
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