Lyrics:
guilt
Bad feelings bein kept homies been killed
When I die always know that I never was see my little brother drop
So you better stay on top
(Chorus)
own time ready for the slow grind
Waited too long bro get in line
Now I got the green light
Time to say night night
See you all next week
Now I'm finna
When it does I say I'll change
I'll be better I'll be different
But too bad it's still today
See I'm stuck inside the present
Like a gift you get
Something better than you are today
I know a place where you can get away
It's called a dance floor, and
Here's what it's for, so
Come on, vogue
Let your
could lose you
Or you could think to leave me
After where we started from
I'm too dumb I guess to see
But you can't go 'till I do
night when she see me in person (thot)
Hit her for a while, I was up off a Perc' (uh, uh)
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery
It clap
back)
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more
(This shit is real and oh, so true)
When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin'
Lying, talkin'
never falling
Never said that I'm flawless
Still calling unto the Lord
Trynna figure out what's my calling
I take it in by the moment
Think I know where
a vow soon
That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup
I see the crowd mood
Changing by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another
can wrestle my fear cause fear can Sting
I mean they almost caught me with the pen down
Run it back if you missed it
I think it's obvious by now
sho
The public relates, never I did PR
And I'm about to detonate, give the mic CPR
And you ain't gotta wait for the night to see the stars
Put an end
stare when I walk in
Bro said you gonna blow up, you gonna make it out
5K off a vacant house
Couldn't think about it, take a different route,
Couldn't
don't work for me
I won't suppress the pain by turning to drugs
Except for maybe caffeine cause I don't get any sleep
Cause all my problems on a playlist
knife will strike, cause I walk by faith I don't need my sight
Just pray that my life, line up, line up, cause I gotta get right
Let me shine my light,
I been trapping wit my city wit my city on my back yeah
Once you leave from out my life you bet not think about coming back yeah
Yeah yeah
We just
whip pushing buttons
I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin'
Uh, and they still down
Got no love for them pussy ass
hand
To insult me and blackball me if I don't stand
This nation seems to be confused and so
We get a little delusional
When we label liberties
NAZ
I told the bitch i am Pimp
See that's a playa in my prime
20 bands on my neck and I still Ain't signed
I be dipping in the future when I'm late
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive
Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes
Demons got me
See I could give a fuck what a nigga thinks
As long as I keep popping bottles of that drink
And I could give a fuck what a nigga do
As long
[Introduction:]
This piece was constructed
For the cats who even had the audacity to think a derogatory thought about myself
I shall not wait, be
start"
Then I heard mumbling, the words I couldn't figure
(Ayo when the movie's finished we gonna get this nigga)
I kept my cool 'cause I'm only one
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
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