Lyrics:
on my wrist
And the cost to father these rappers I put guap down on my kids
Game on lockdown cuz' I’m it, won’t see the day that I quit
I’m preventing
to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my
They lying in my face I'm ready that's okay
I've done it by myself I'm too legit to quit
They lying in my face I'm ready that's okay
I've done it
can face the light and then succeed
I got dreams, 60k no limousine
How many times I gotta say it till you follow me
I got dreams, salary and saccharine
Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)
If you only knew what it took, what it takes
You only care what I put in my safe,
'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face, feel like I
and afar bitch
If they do the homie bad, we ain't marching
Uptown, put it down, black market
All my niggas from apartments
Screaming fuck the laws and all
baby's Ivanka!
They don't give a damn about a good nigga
They wanna take what you givin' and put you out in the river
Without a particular 'bout, I
about the danger, they just trying to feed they daughters
Hook, line, and sinker, het get um every time
He put um in a tank, 25 to a lifetime
Family
plain
And its simple, wen loosing my mental confide in my pencil and holster my pistol
I confide in my pencil and holster my pistol, But they don't feel
they face
I took in love and hate
Words to the youth
Put the guns away
Gotta be a better way
Gotta be a better way
Not to be fucked with
Level I up'd it
a friend, get da minaj done
On da spot, like right now
Know ya heard about da way I put dis pipe down
Its only money in my sights now
So ain't no plan for you
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
stuntin’ on em hit that replay
All the homies eatin’ issa buffet
I see the hate, all in they face
Pull up in that ‘gatti wit yo dream bae
I be
That was a lie, he couldn't deny, that was a lie
He only knew her face by candlelight
Her voice was a whisper in the night
When she wanted him to put up
from the brink and put the bomb down
But how the whole world in your palm sound?
It's why they treat niggas like shit
Writing raps to the taps, keep
they can get popped up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
It's ground beef, in
lousy
Cause they practise breakdancing doing flares all day
Just because they saw Malique doing it in his inlay
And not to mention all the crazy calls
heartbeat keepin' time (put your hand in mine baby hold on tight)
Hand in hand and I don't understand (we were face to face)
How a dance could get me high
Eyo turn me up
You know I've always wanted to say that
Cause like most of the time I'm just in the studio
Recording by myself, recording myself
Like
about me
And I graduated, got my degree
Growing up, didn't like how they treated me
But this pandemic really put heat in me
Growing up, they mentally
took a loss,
Nigga get tossed by the boss,
And I'm off the hook when I put it down Bone,
Wanna fuck with a thug, ya wrong,
All around they lay when I
think about my pass
I just make songs off pain
Got new joints in my phone
I can't remember they names
I wanna put the guys on
MBK on my chain
Put my life
in your face
Murdering rappers
And closing they case
It’s too many kappers
And not enough waves
Protecting my space
Homie go talk yo shit
Big dawg
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