Lyrics:
couldn’t find it treasures untold in the mind chick
Ima sign this non disclosure when I’m older I’m a soldier
So I shoulder most the weight hold the gate
Avon
You got light, and you got dark, which one are you going to let win?
20 grand in one week
Wrote that shit, call it history
Said "Next year, got
looking like head lights
Flexin, watch me flex on her
Pull it out, put it in and put a hex on her
Now she's calling a nigga often
While I'm flossing,
an era where the internet is God
Switch it on, and every idiot is clicking for a cause
Our vision of idealism isn't what we are
So we fidget in a fit but
for the repeat
In knowing how it be
In my zone, can't see
Yeah yeah
Finessed like drake in Tennessee
Don't believe come and ask me now
In the stars like
Said its Jaymz in this bitch
Swag so insane surf a wave in This bitch
Play for the money
Like i play for this dibs
Them hoes play for these keeps
But
Where you sell your soul for nothing more
Than a pile of ashes and a hole in the floor
Carve in a smile and be on your way
It's a garuntee you won't enjoy
with hurricanes
My father wanna help, but he can't stand straight
13 medications he be taking everyday
62 in the face, body like it's 80
that's
they thought that i lost it
My music a movie like Trapped In The Closet
Booking for shows, I need that deposit
Like Ariana i need everything grande
7
mad, but I think it's amusin'
I'ma win, all these niggas be losin'
I hit the stage, she like how I'm movin'
Fell in love, soon as she heard the music
The fact is, some of y'all will never get it
Rather move solo than be treated like a bozo
Won't give in, yeah you know that's a no go
I'm winning, tryna'
goodbye when you didn't win
Niggas coming back with straps cause they cant take a l
Man I just thank god that I anti in a cell
Ima mud baby I got it out
Stacked up like dominos fighting the darkness within
I couldn't win I couldn't convince myself that it was dead back in August
She was dishonest I stayed
on when I leave the house
It's inside, but I'm bleeding out
I'm sick of putting on a fake smile
Feel like I'm stuck up in 8 mile
Tryna make it out, that's
Shit gets hard sometimes when I'm just tryna make it right
I put my time in and it feels like I'm still out here waisting time
So much shit in my
ain’t none of them niggas needa back away
(Back the fuck up)
Before I grab my choppa and I let it spray
Ok!
I’m in love wit the music
It’s my passion Ik I
cause it's always coming in
My mama gave birth, but the streets done raise me
Got a couple screws loose so you know that I'm crazy
I would hold the steel
I got a lot in my mind
Stress it be killing my vibe
Ray Charles to the bad vibes
Fixate on the good ones
Buried Oledi 4 years ago
I carry the grief I
Then delusionally I pressed crtl alt del
Now my mind is so free acting careless
It's a rareness see me happy but in fairness
It's a circus tell me will
it's 10/19
you can get a whole bag for about 19
some 25 but it's really that thing
Give me the number i'm locking it in
Don't wait too late cuz i clock
Face a wood trynna get right
Tell OG I prolly won't make it tonight
I ain't in a airplane but I den took flight
The streets death row and I ain't talkin
my unclear visions
In my brain I felt little to gain I don't know how it goes the shotgun has been blown
And all I know is pain I been in circles with
It's all or nothing wen we get it in
Cause I got a ole lady and you got a ole man
Here we are fucking again and again said
That was the last time now
came along in a vision
If only a sweet premonition
We fight it for days both nothing' has changed
You said when we were alone you regretted
And i haven't
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